Capsule Wardrobe: Day 4

With an actual photo!


Also with wet hair and a duvet falling out of the duvet cover because we never make the bed. Cute cover though, no? It hides cat hair surprisingly well.

Day 1: Gray skinny trousers, black printed top, black half-sleeve cardigan, black patent pumps
Day 2: Mid-wash jeans*, white 3/4 sleeve tee, black vest, saddle shoes
Day 3: Skinny jeans, red 3/4 sleeve tee, black vest, black flats
Day 4: Black skinny trousers, white collared blouse, gray dolman sweater, black flats
*added the jeans as detailed here

So, as predicted we've got black, white, gray and red! Oh but the red was on a Saturday and I only went to the grocery store. And then I wore for the next three days.

I'm feeling mostly better. Once or twice a year I have a few days when all my bad crap hits me at once and I stay at home feeling sorry for myself. Kinda. I mean, there is more to it, you don't need deets and I don't wanna give 'em.

I don't understand people who regale you with tales of their illnesses. Seriously? I don't want to know about how grody your snot was last week. Or your babies snot. Really anyone's snot, I could do without specifics.


Comments

Anonymous said…
Charlemagne drinks his own pee. Not really an illness, but still pretty gross.
8/28/2013 4:52 AM
Pixel said…
See, babies are weird. I mean, I know he doesn't have much choice. Still it's better than when he's going to be slurping up his own snot in the future. Pee is sterile. Snot, not so much.
8/28/2013 4:55 AM
Anonymous said…
*Babies are gross.

FTFY
9/03/2013 3:25 AM
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