I didn't wake up feeling great about today. I knew I had a monster day at work, I didn't feel well, and just had an overall blah feeling, but in an attempt to shake off the mood and not let it settle into my bones, which is actually exactly what I let happen when I last posted on here, I got myself in a positive frame of mind, put on some music and got ready for my day. The day got better from there, or so I thought.
I have this fantastic gray pencil skirt, I love, and unfortunately I let myself get lazy recently and my skirt had forgotten where it was supposed to go when I put it on, so it has been sadly just hanging in my closet for a few months, silently crying, because it wasn't being worn. So today was the day, I was in a positive frame of mind, I've been working out more, that skirt was getting worn today. First thing first though, ladies will understand, before the skirt must go the hose. Now I know most women probably have at least 10 pair of pantyhose somewhere in their wardrobe, the cheap ones you just keep replacing with more cheap ones, the ones that run if you have a hangnail when you put them on, but in the middle of the mess of cheap pantyhose, is that one pair. The one pair you spent too much money on, the one pair that seem magical, the one pair you wear on a first date when you want to make sure your butt and legs look really great. That pair, that's the pair I chose to wear today with my favorite skirt. I finished getting ready, was having a good hair day, my hose and my skirt were working in perfect harmony, I slipped on my new black pumps I had yet to wear and I was ready for anything this day was going to throw my way. I was determined. I was prepared for the unexpected. I felt great. I grabbed my purse, slipped on my coat and headed out the door.
Two steps out the door, I caught my heel of my new pump in the fabric bow on the toe of the other pump, fell into my railing, onto the concrete, my purse (and all its contents) went flying, I shredded my magic hose leaving a nice bloody gash on my knee, ripped my favorite skirt, ripped the bow on my brand new shoes, and hurt my wrist. I collected the contents of my purse, went back inside, put on a stupid pair of black pants, stupid shoes I wear all the time, and went to work. I no longer felt determined or prepared for the unexpected, or great, but I was thankful just to be wearing anything that wasn't ripped, torn, and shredded. Hopefully tomorrow my clothes will not revolt against me and I get out of the door wearing the same outfit I had on two seconds before walking out.