The sunshine and 65-degree weather made for a lovely Saturday afternoon. Of course, I either misread the temperature on my phone, or it lied to me, and I bounced out of the house dressed for 47 degree weather (per the phone) and discovered a few minutes later upon arriving at the gym that it was actually 58 degrees. My fleece pants suddenly felt excessive. At least the treadmill under the giant fan more or less justified the fleece bottoms and zipper hoodie top, even if I looked like a doofus amongst all the fellow members dressed in tee shirt and shorts.
Rejected. Too much for daywear downtown. |
The initial plan had been to wear the freshly laundered slightly sparkly pencil skirt and animal print brown blouse, both new with original tags and acquired on Friday from the beloved St. Vincent de Paul Thrift Store for the princely total of $5.
Every time I put on animal print, I feel like Anne
Bancroft in The Graduate (coo-coo-ca-choo, Mrs. Robinson), but that isn’t why a different outfit was
chosen. It just felt like “too much” for 2:30 in the afternoon downtown and that was before the bare legs tights debate took over. For the record, I hate the bare legs look and basically haven't worn a leg-exposing dress or skirt in a couple years because of it. At least black nylons seem to be sort of okay again.
The winning options. |
The plan is to switch out the jackets again after the dinner event for another musical stop downtown. Bonus – the black bomber jacket is reversible, just in case there is another option needed.
The need for options and desire for flexibility are why I collect
clothes like a maniac. The strategy mostly works – until I move and do a purge,
usually of the wrong things. And it can delay things with too many decisions, but ...
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