I felt and looked like I should just throw on some sweats, but I thought that if I put on a pretty outfit it might help to trick me into feeling better. Do you ever have days where you think "ok, I feel like shit and my world is collapsing, but if I look presentable and put together maybe I can trick people into not noticing that I'm biting my lip to keep from crying." Well it kinda worked, but not really. I think the fact that the lip biting didn't stop me from crying may have had something to do with it.
But this blog isn't about stress and drama, so I'm going to stop focusing on that and get back to the outfit at hand.
I had purchased this dress back in September and it has been hanging in my closet unworn, ever since. I don't know why as I think it's adorable and cute and easy to wear, but hang in my closet it has. I grabbed it this morning and thought, navy sweater dress, you are finally going to have your moment to shine. The dress is a large from H&M, and like much of their clothing is fat friendly. The tights are Old Navy and the shoes are Sam Edelman, who makes very cute flats (although they're fairly narrow so I'd recommend going up half a size). I bought the flats in a fit of drunken shoe shopping and was happily surprised when I woke up the next day to find that even sober the shoes fit, were cute AND were in a color lacking from my closet.
I was trying to figure out how to best accessorize the outfit when I suddenly had the idea of a scarf. I've always wanted to be a scarf person, but they scare me - I'm always worried that I don't know how to wear them properly and am going to look like a freak. But this morning I just couldn't stop thinking of scarves to complete the outfit.
Now here is where you're probably thinking, "ok bloomie, if you don't wear scarves why do you have one that matches your outfit so perfectly?" And there is a reasonable answer dear readers, I promise. When my Grandma passed away in 2005 my sister and I cleaned out her apartment. We were not the same size - clothing or shoe or hand, lord the dozens of pairs of leather gloves we gave away in every color of the rainbow still breaks my accessory loving heart. But she had scarves, a ton of them and I kept about 30 and they were sitting in a shopping bag in my closet. So this morning when I wanted a scarf I burrowed into my closet, discovered the bag and voila, found today's pink scarf. The one thing about this scarf is that I keep surreptitiously sniffing it, because it still smells a bit like my Grandma. Smelling a bit like my Grandma is absolutely great, but it does lead to an awful lot of stares and questions of "ummm, why are sniffing your scarf?" Awkward people, awkward.
Photo credit goes to my friend and co-worker Amy who was also kind enough to let me, the ex-smoker, bum an I'm stressed/angry/scared cigarette off of her. Thanks Amy, you're the best!