In Theory

Oh, update about the aspiring-musician-neighbor. He has not been back in his home for weeks! I am unaccustomed to the silence coming from that side of our house. We have a bunch of theories about where he went and under what circumstances. Hopefully, the aliens don't come to our place because I just cannot deal with space travel. Last time I checked Dramamine Mega Altitude hasn't been put on the store shelves yet. Really though, he left everything as it is - champagne flute atop his grill, bath towel on roof and various other objects. Weird.

So, have you ever put something together in your head and thought to yourself, this is going to be so good. And then you put it to reality and it's a big old mess? I don't know what I was thinking the other day! I put together some clothes for work, I thought I'd pair an above-the-knee navy skirt with a navy top and a cardigan and black tights and my new lace-up booties with a low heel, which I enjoy wearing so much. I did look at myself in the mirror before I left but on my way to work I realized something.

And that something was that I looked like I was about to commit myself to a convent. Really. All I needed was that little veil. Or, if I carried a carpet bag and skipped on the sidewalk I could be Maria on her way to the Von Trapp family. Or I could put a white lab coat on and be one of those seamstresses for Karl Lagerfeld. Except I'd be the one who was only good for holding the pin cushion.




It's like turtleneck tops. They look good in theory. I always think, well, I am going to look like a stylish something with a graceful neck. And then you try it on and wear it for a while and then your neck starts to itch and the fabric rides up to your armpits and you start folding the neck down to get some ventilation and before you know it you've grabbed a pair of scissors and you're cutting the fabric and making animal noises and well, you get the idea.

Business Sleepwear Casual Fancy Dress

Heyhey! I just started a new part time job. Very exciting. For me, since it's a new experience. Unlike my old job, you know, the one with the mega bitch Boss Lady, this one requires a certain attire. No more Casual Sleepwear or Fancy Pajamas or Sweatpant Chic. And look, it wasn't even an individual thing, it was just the nature of that job. You saw no one other than your co-workers, you sat at a little pod where you could get away with engaging in activities that should be done in private. Yes, I am talking to you former co-worker who clips her nails(YUCK and YUCK). In short, unless you're fashion-inclined there was just no motivation to get dressed.

Now that I'm starting a new phase in my mostly boring work-life, I so look forward to planning outfits. I do realize I need more work pants. For now, I make do with a rotation of the few that I own. I also need comfortable shoes that still look pretty. Maybe I'll even wear a pencil skirt, which I have never, in my life worn. Yes, I am talking to you hips, you're all, I like to take up space, deal with it. I also have a secret desire to, at least once, wear a demure, slightly-above-the-knee pleated skirt.

So far, I've already worn something like this:



And this:



Do you think this would be too office-wear-ish?




The shoes aren't too business-like, are they?



Maybe this one's too much:

October!

October has arrived! I don't know why I put an exclamation point there. I'm not particularly excited about how time feels like it's passing so quickly. What I am excited about are those seasonal coffee flavors. I like Pumpkin Spice Latte. Eggnog Latte is also all right. But my favorite flavor which should come soon, is Gingerbread Latte.

I wish I had a Gingerbread Latte with me when my mom, sister and I were waiting at a government office last Tuesday, for a very important errand. What is it with government offices and airplanes that make strangers start talking to each other? Why are there graduates from the School of I Can't Keep my Mouth Shut everywhere?

So we sat behind this Frankenstein's Monster look-alike in a striped hoodie and actual bolts on his neck (just kidding, no bolts)who was chatting up a young lady who sounded like Mad TV's Ms. Swan. And you can tell, Swan is starting to lose interest but FM keeps chatting away about missing lab class and college and getting chased away by neighbors with torches. And then, Grandpa Beret next to them chimes in about his adult daughter who can still speak German and why, why, why must I not only listen but have all that information stew in my brain???

Now that I have that off my chest, actually, I don't, back to airplanes. Have you ever been seated in the vicinity of passengers whose only goal in an international flight is to ingest as much free alcohol as they can? Whatever, do what you want but keep your red-faced ebullience to yourself and if you can do that then I promise I'll stop stinking up the cabin with my silent-but-deadly farts, HA! Wait, I mean, I'll tell the person sitting next to me to stop because it's so offensive.

Here's Ms. Swan on an airplane:



P.S. Those rain boots I've been talking about? Love them! I almost liked the rain because my feet felt to secure and so... what's the word? DRY.