I had an appointment to meet a friend for lunch yesterday. She always dresses cute, so I had to step up and wear something other than hole-y yoga pants and a charity giveaway t-shirt. (By the way, I never attend the charity fundraiser races in person. I love that most of them have a “sleep-in” option that still lets you get the t-shirt and look like you’re not a slacker. Which I’m not. I’m just making room for others. I’m kind and giving that way.)
Don’t believe me about the pants/t-shirt? Here’s proof. JJ was playing with my camera while I was exercising the other day. I’d like to say these are my exercise-only clothes, but sadly, no.
I bought some fun jeans a few weeks ago and wanted to wear them to lunch, but they’re super long and require me to wear heels with them. So I dug into the closet for some shoes. And when I say “dug”, I mean literally. I cleaned out the boys’ closet on Saturday but mine falls in the same category as the car and is going to require more effort than I care to exert at this time.
I will also need another adult in the house who can dial search and rescue if I don’t emerge in a timely manner.
I pulled out these.
Then, my favorite shirt that I love to wear even though I don’t have a purse that coordinates with it in any way, shape or form.
Oh, and I obviously did NOT pick up the powder room before I walked out the door.
Nor did I find a handtowel that remotely matched the wall color.
That’s my kitchen dishcloth.
And the Clorox wipes that have sat there for a week.
With the lid open.
Have a nice day.