And...breathe

...at least for a little while.

One deadline down, 34 to go.

But in the meantime, a gal's got to dress herself. Or at least attempt to, which is what I think I'm doing. I haven't successfully dressed myself, really, since I wore my ATL outfit. Shoes are a big factor - or rather, my lack of a basic shoe (no matter how much I say I'll wear my new shoes, and I do, sometimes I just need comfort comfort comfort, and out come the smelly flats) - in the non-style. As is my absolute inability to pair patterns and colors successfully on three hours of sleep. Today, all I could manage was blue on blue, and even that was really really iffy.

Presentable, but much more likely to end up on someone's "Don'ts" page than not.

I may attempt to shave my legs tonight when I shower - Big Deal. Not sure handling a razor on said sleep deprivation is a good idea, though. If I get through that, I think I'll pull out the wrap dress tomorrow. One piece is hard to screw up.

We'll see if I get that right.

The One That Got Away

I've sworn this blog won't be a "don'ts" space.

But some just escape reason...and my camera. I'm so sorry I didn't run faster across the parking garage this morning to catch the woman whom I swear was wearing an animal print (think cheetah) suit with off-white stockings and what looked to be animal print spectator pumps.

Really.

I apologize for not being faster and getting a pic for you. 'Cause I'm pretty sure you won't believe me unless I have one.

Short Hiatus Hiatus: Briefly Exposed

Note to self: Do not tuck shirt into striped granny panties. Leaves it visible to all behind.

(Actually spotted on my office elevator this week. I know I usually don't do "don'ts," and I'm supposedly too busy & tired to write, but I just couldn't help it. Seriously, people. We should all know better.)