Today, I realized – while driving to work – that I was wearing the same sweater I wore on Monday.
I figured that no one would notice. So I kept on drivin’.
It’s been a long week.
Usually, I’m the woman who looks you up and down in the elevator. And judges you and your too-short pants and droopy sweater. I never make comments, and I don’t mean to be malicious – I just make mental notes. Remember, I’m an editor – it’s my job to be nitpicky.
Unfortunately, that same eye for detail doesn’t extend to my own wardrobe. This morning, this sweater was on top of the pile, so I went for it. I didn’t stop to think that it was on top because I wore it most recently.
Here’s hoping no one else noticed. I hope the other Elevator Fashion Nazis didn’t catch on. I spent most of the day hunkered down at my desk, and ate lunch at my computer. While I didn’t go so far as to limit my restroom visits, I should have considered it – any way to limit the exposure of my over-exposed shirt.
Again? It’s been a long week.