Have you ever walked out of your house/apartment feeling only so-so about your outfit choice only to get to wherever you are and wish you had changed? Story of my life.
This time I had no choice. I didn't sleep at my house last night and since I'm ALWAYS in a rush I packed up an overnight bag and jetted out without thinking much about my outfit choice for the next morning. I threw in a black skirt, white tank blouse, and a long green cardigan. Big mistake. It somehow slipped my mind that this was the same black skirt I wore 2 weeks prior and promised myself I would get rid of the second I got home. (oh, and if you're wondering why...let's just say it was one of those impulse purchases at a really cheap chain store in cali. There are threads hanging off the hemline, the zipper is broken, and the fabric is a cause for concern...it's just not a good skirt). So when I woke up the next morning to put on this poorly chosen outfit choice, I was not a happy camper. You know how you think of how an outfit will look in your head and then it just doesn't turn out that way? I spent the whole train ride devising a plan to buy a new outfit before going into work and starting completely from scratch. When I got off the train, I weaved through the usual mob of commuters trying to squeeze into the 4 foot-wide doorway and up the flight of stairs and headed to the Barami on 7th ave to see if I could find a low-priced black dress to change in to. After 10 minutes I still couldn't find anything worthy of purchasing and since it was 8:45 and I was 6 blocks from the Conde offices (and have to be at work at 8:30...) I gave up and went on to work. Maybe I was being overdramatic. I realized no one even cares, as long as you act confident about it. That's the moral of my story. Just be confident and remember that you're probably the only that has a problem with your outfit in the first place.
Helping out at Nordstrom this weekend. Updates on that next week.
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