In an effort to stay cool in the oppressive Baltimore heat, I've been wearing dresses or skirts to work this week. Walking a mile in pants when it's 93 degrees and 80% humidity? Not fun. Nor particularly pleasant for my coworkers, I imagine.
My attire has been getting lots of notice, since I'm usually a pretty laid-back dresser. There's been a lot of "Ooh, you look so cute!" and "What a pretty dress!" going on. I'm trying to take compliments at their face value, instead of thinking, "what, are they saying that I don't look cute every day? How rude!" It's part of my Be Less Negative self-improvement campaign, and it was actually working. I felt pretty darn spiffy wearing my new(ish) Ann Taylor (outlet) dress with my cute new Ann Taylor summer sweater on Wednesday. That is, until a button popped right off it as I was sitting at my desk, minding my own business. Harrumphh, since I paid FULL PRICE for that stupid sweater and this was only the second time I'd worn it.
Then, yesterday when I was walking along the busy sidewalk, I stepped right out of my chic ballet flat, tripped, and narrowly avoided falling flat on my face. People totally laughed at me. Even worse, my foot touched the city sidewalk with only a flimsy stocking sock in between my skin and the nasty concrete.
Yeah, I'm not feeling so cute and trendy anymore. Thank goodness the humidity finally broke, and I can go back to rotating my 4 pairs of Gap pants again.
On the upside, I found a $20 bill in my back pocket this morning. These jeans just came out of the wash, but the precious greenback is unharmed. A little crispy, perhaps, but intact and in my wallet. Happy freaking Friday, internet.