Holy cannoli! I know it is just SUCH a dorky grown up thing to say... but seriously, there are NOT enough hours in the day!
I've been running around like a chicken with muh dagblum head cut off just trying to keep up with life right now.
I woke up at 8:15 this morning and had an appointment to meet with my grad advisor at 8:30... I miraculously did my makeup, ironed this entire outfit, switched purses, drove the three miles to school (and it's a trafficy three miles), found parking, walked the half mile to campus and made it to his office by 8:48. NBD.
Button Up: H&M
Skirt: American Apparel
Heart Scarf: Guess
Shoes: Jeffrey Campbell
Sun Glasses: Ray Bans
That reminds me... has anyone ever had a truly PLEASANT experience shopping at H&M? I mean, like relaxing, enjoyable and refreshing? Every time I go there it's always utter chaos. I usually leave with little more than a grumpy attitude. They are relatively new to the Phoenix area though, so that might explain why the two stores here always look like they are the only structures that remain standing in the wake of complete nuclear destruction.
GRRRRR! I'm so fussy and angry like! I'm not really, it's these damn sunglasses, they always slide down my nose. Tis all.
WHAT?! I literally went, "hey, I should jump" and kind of hopped in the air. I am pretty much taken aback by the height I achieved with such little effort.
For as hectic and bumbling and frustrating as my day has been, I managed to maintain a good mood by virtue of this outfit. I felt springy and feminine and charming all day long!
Has anyone else ever had an all around better day because they were wearing a particularly happy outfit? Is that weird?! It sounds vacuous to say that the clothes one wears can have a bearing on how they view the world, but really, all day I looked down and saw a heart print scarf and fluffy skirt and banana colored boat shoes... I couldn't help but feel cheerful! I say whatever works!
I am exhausted. Beat. Drained. I have slept less than six hours out of the last 60, and there is no end in sight. I can't bitch though, some sick part of me loves the abuse...
I have to put my nose back to that grindstone (for those of you keeping track at home, that is the second corny "adult" saying of this post) but before I leave, I wanted to thank you all for the kind things you had to say about my hair. I am not especially attached to my hair (I had it buzzed just a few months ago for Christ's sake) but I still want to know it looks ok, you know? So thanks guys, I really appreciate it, and it helped me get past those first few days of that new-hair uncertainty.
Have a wonderful Tuesday evening anyone who might see this :)