Hi, friends!
I hope the day is going well for you!
Had any wardrobe failures lately? Things that either went very wrong or just ended up not how you expected?
I’ve been sitting here in crunchy pants all day. I always air-dry my jeans, and this new pair is only 1% spandex which is crazy low for women’s jeans. Anyways, they had the texture of a cardboard box this morning when I took them off the drying rack and put them on.
This morning I was all nah this will break in within an hour and be great. Dear friends, alas no, these jeans are still rough and scratchy.
Lol that’s weird 👖📦
I wear nursing bras and t-shirts that unzip for breast feeding. I nursed my toddler while vaccines were administered and clipped the bra up before leaving the Dr’s office…forgot to zip the shirt back up. It was like the mom version of “your fly is down”.
Counterpoint, you were just like the cool kids these days with their fashionable midriff baring outfits?
Only in my bad dreams, which are very often about public wardrobe fails for some reason.
Those are among the most common dreams, for some reason. It’s a subconscious expression of anxiety. You find yourself in a public setting and you realize to your horror that you’re only wearing underwear or nothing at all.
The other one is what I call “Academic Anxiety.” These I have all the time. Mine are very florid, but they go along the lines of “I have signed up for a class but I cannot find the classroom.” “I just realized that class’s final is in an hour and I never attended the class.”
Mine are very vivid visually. They’re basically a replay of my own university experience, but with different add-ons, like the University Student Center that is remarkably similar to the restaurant at Mt. Rushmore in “The Man Who Knew Too Much.” A hundred other details, and they never change. I revisit my dream-uni often.
It’s only a matter of time before you dream you’re at the funeral for someone in the royal family only you’re wearing a Hawaiian shirt with a badge and a shoulder holster.
And I will turn to the newly minted King William IV and say, “Listen, brudduh, I want every inch of this rock searched. I have a feeling Jeremy Corbyn is not actually dead and he fled his luxuriant Notting Hill house but to go where? Don’t worry, Wills, MI5-0 is on it.”
Perfect. I hope you get some spit roasted baby pig before you wake up.
I stepped in dog poop a couple days ago. The backyard is so muddy it’s hard to see.
Time to test your wife’s love for you and ask her to clean them 😜
We both do cleanup duty, but the sad fact is neither of us is perfect.
Kind of like U Boats in a Tom Hanks dad movie, some interloper always sneaks through.
I’m wearing an unfortunate denim shirt today which also has refused to soften up. Yuck.
I’ve dripped coffee on my shirt two days in a row.
I am wearing a polo (not “Polo”) shirt that has what looks like dripped coffee on my back, a little south of the right shoulder. How in the world did it get there?
I have paired this with a pair of Better Half’s very summery and somewhat crepe-y sky blue and white vertically striped pajama bottoms. I wear these because they have an elastic waistband and they’re easy to get in and out of. Sort of, for me, but my rehab continues apace.
You know that phrase, “It’s good to be the king?” In my case, it’s good to be the now-well-known slightly eccentric shut-in who refuses to participate in Zoom calls.
I’ve heard it said, everyday is a wardrobe fail for me.
*looks at watch*
…sorry about that…sometimes there’s just not enough coffee in the world…& I lose track of when the deadline made that whooshing sound douglas adams liked when it whipped by me