My sister flew in from Oregon last night. She'll be gracing us with her presence for 10 days, and to start her trip off on a sisterly note, I'm blaming her for the outfit I'm wearing today. Mostly because she's here and I can. But also because she made me eat way too much Greek food at dinner last night and kept me up past my bedtime.
It was sister sabotage at it's finest.
So, back to the clothing. I woke up bloated and tired, and proceeded to make a very bad choice of pants and shirt.
I knew they were a bit casual for my office, but I work in IT, and the boss is gone today, so I figured all that along with the bloated feeling definitely justified some casual clothes. Dark capri khakis and a feminine polo type shirt. Very Hamptons. Who doesn't love the Hamptons? I thought, I can totally get away with this.
It wasn't until I got to work that I noticed my khakis have a hole in them. Just above my left knee, and just big enough for other people to notice. It wouldn't be so bad if my LILY WHITE SKIN wasn't such a contrast to the color of the pants. At first, I thought it was white batting peeking through, until I realized my pants weren't thick enough for batting. Nope, it's me.
You'd think I'd have a tan, living in San Diego, but I haven't show skin above the knee to anyone but my husband since I gave birth to Gabi.
As I sat here staring at the hole in my pants wishing I'd laid out in the sun a bit this summer, I thought, oh well, it's just one little hole. It's not like no one has ever made the mistake of wearing something with a hole in it before. It'll totally be fine.
And then not five minutes later while I was washing my hands in the bathroom, I looked at my reflection and saw another hole. In my shirt. Right on my left boob. And the reason it was so noticeable? Well, I'm wearing a BRIGHT PINK BRA. That's right, bright pink. Not my usual choice, but I was so tired this morning I just grabbed the closest bra on hand.
So if you were to, say, walk past me in the hallway, your eyes would be immediately drawn to the bright pink spot on my left boob. And then downwards to the glaring white hole in my pants. And I might have to lie and say I just popped in to grab some papers before heading off to help the environment by cleaning trash off the beach. That's about the only thing that would explain my clothing choice. And is much more believable than sister sabotage (which is actually true).
So much for my Hamptons look.
One hole, maybe. Two holes, no way. I would go home and change if I didn't live so darn far away. The good thing is that my boss IS out of the office today, and I don't have any meetings or need to get up from my desk. I think I can hide out and then make a run for my car at five.
My only issue is lunch. How the heck am I going to get lunch?
At least I'm wearing really cute shoes.