Weekday update #27: Paper Cut Dress

Well, I didn't get the three day weekend. A little thing called "a motion" prevented any other fun motion in my life for most of the weekend. But I am not complaining and am not entitled to any such complaining. In fact, I am grateful to have cases to work on in this terrible economy. But a girl is entitled to a bit of color and fun in her life. And that, is within my control. So this morning, I threw all caution to the wind and pulled out the summeriest things in the closet, a paper cutout dress. With tights and a slip, it really isn't all that see-through and kept my spirits up all day. You know what, I am almost ready to move from this "motion" to some real motion! Tomorrow may be a nice day yet!

Happy Tuesday! We're back from our 3-day weekend. We had President's Day off. I love it when a holiday like that creeps up on us, very unexpected, but much appreciated. So, yesterday, while I was laundering my clothes I got to thinking about some of the articles of clothing that I own that I absolutely despise. YET, I keep them for the oddest of reasons. I'm sure we're all like that or perhaps I just enjoy torturing myself. If that be the case, I need to start another blog based on that statement alone! Anyhow, I digress. So, as I was putting clothes away, I came across these plaid pants. I've had these pants for 10 years now and I still hate them. I hated them when I tried them on, I hated them as I twirled around the dressing room, and continued to hate them as I carried them to the cash register. Why did I buy them? Because the saleswoman just loved them on me and so did a of the few customers. Yeah, as you can see, I'm quite suggestive. Doesn't take much to sucker me into a purchase I suppose. But the main reason I got them is because they are so NOT my style. In the decade that I've owned these pants, I get 3 or more compliments per wear. For example, this morning as I was running to the elevator, I asked a woman who had just boarded to hold the door. As soon as I entered, she says to me, "Oh my God, I love your pants!" I almost fell over. I just don't get it. I don't see it, but maybe it's not for me to see. Maybe sometimes it's what we don't see that makes all the difference.
(Victoria's Secret sweater; BBB plaid pants; Michael Kors belt; vintage boots)