Moar Fayshion

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People liked my orange pants, I guess.

Orange pants!
Sweater from Ann Taylor Loft and Gap orange slacks! I was also wearing my tall boots.
See? Tall boots.
See? Tall boots. Also, Redford’s tall boots.

What a waste though because you couldn’t see them, and they were super-sweaty on my calves. But the only other black shoes I have are Danskos, and I thought Kate the Ginger Menace would tsk at me if I wore clogs with my sassy orange pants. KATE, YOU’RE IN MY HEAD.

Other than the squeeziness on my calves, I liked this outfit OK. I’d wear it again.

I’d definitely wear the next get-up.

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Dark Gap jeans, top from Banana Republic, and short boots short boots I love my short boots comfy comfy cute cute I love my short boots.

(Sorry about the shmutz on the mirror. Sixth graders.)

I love this outfit and will definitely wear the shit out of it… as soon as I get the shirt fixed. I pulled on a stray thread, and the whole hem came out of the back. Bullshit. I’m taking it back to BR, and they’re going to sew it up, or I’ma put a world of hurt on them.

OK. So. I promised Kate I would wear a skirt once every two weeks (wah!). Well, the school district called a delayed opening on Monday because of inclement weather—that meant I’d have to wear the skirt for three fewer hours than other days (woohooooooooooo!)—so I went for it.

Now, I built the outfit around the tall boots. I was really psyched about showing them off. But when I got dressed, I realized the skirt came down to mid-knee, and the boots came up to mid-knee, and the result was that nary a bit o’ leg showed betwixt, aaaaaand it looked like I had prosthetic legs.

So I switched to my pointy flats.

Uncomfortable.
Skirt from Banana Republic, old blouse from god-knows-where, and pointy flats from Nine West. You can’t really see the shoes. Wait a minute.
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There. I didn’t think the pointy flats, which are greenish gray, looked very good with the black tights, but once I sausage-casing-ed myself with them, fuck if I was going to peel them off and shimmy into a different pair, so there you go.

[Side note: On our shopping trip, Kate kept trying to get me to buy heels.

Kate: What about these?
Me: Those are heels.
Kate: But they’d look so good!
Me: Kate! I told you I can’t wear heels*!
Kate: But they’d look so gooooooooooood.
Me: Kate! It’s a medical issue! After I wore those strappy blue sandals with the wedge heel to Craig and Michelle’s party last summer, my toes were numb until Wednesday. The party was on a Saturday, and I couldn’t feel my feet until Wednesday.

Kate: …What about a kitten heel?
Me: Bah!

*It looks like the tall boots have a heel, but it’s, like, an inch, and besides, they’re Aerosoles, thus they’re pretty cushy. Even so, my toes tingle by the end of the day.]

Kate wanted me to buy a girdle to wear with this skirt. (Nowadays, people say “Spanx”, but let’s call a spade a spade, shall we?) I felt like I was going above and beyond the call of duty by wearing not only the skirt but the tights too, so

so y'all just get to deal with the fact that I have a belly.
y’all just get to deal with the fact that I have a belly.

Verdict: I felt totally uncomfortable the entire (albeit shortened) day. Kate said, “You look great! What would we have to do to make you comfortable in this?”

I said, “Make it into pants.”