I borrowed one of my (new) roommate's clothing steamers this week and finally got around to steaming/ironing/hanging most of my work attire, so that next week when I actually have to get dressed and go into the office, I'm not looking like a wrinkly schlep. I'm excited to wear all the new clothes I bought last weekend. Have I mentioned before that I love Banana Republic outlets? Well, I do. $120 got me a pair of white shorts for summer (so now I can turn my old too-short white shorts into American flag attire for the 4th), a white pencil skirt, a basic black skirt, and a blouse that looks way too matronly on the hanger but magically transforms when put on a human.
I got too lazy to take photos, so you'll just have to trust my descriptive explanations. Don't worry, I'll share the American Flag shorts craft project with you all when I do them.
Here's my fashion dilemma, though. In hindsight, I probably should have asked Joan Rivers for suggestions, but she was too busy drinking wine in between singing books. So, I'll turn to Blog-world. And, be warned, I'm picky...
I need comfortable, cute ballerina-type flats. In black and nude/beige.
I have some from Target... they give me horrendous blisters and the scrunched backs eat up my heels. I've tried on countless pairs. They all look like I just strapped some miniature canoes onto my feet, bulging and gaping at the sides. I'm a size eight, which isn't enormous, but it also isn't miniature... I'd like to not accentuate my feet to the point that they look like water-skiing equipment.
To make a very long story short, even though I enjoy wearing heels to work and investing in a cute yet comfy pair, I need something to keep in my tote for when I decide to meet my roommate for happy hour after work and have to walk to the metro. Or when my feet hurt from wearing stilettos the evening before. Or, if you really must know, because I once (three times) lost my big toe nail on my right foot due to a tragic accident (slamming my foot in a car door, etc) and I'm pretty sure constantly wearing heels is not beneficial for healthy birthing of a new one. (Sorry for that gross escapade... in my defense, you choose to read this nonsense.) Plus, what if my foot gets caught in the metro door because I couldn't understand the fast-talking Asian woman alert me that the "doors are closing, please step back?" Whatever. I just want some damn comfortable non-horrendous flats. Help me out.
Happy Friday! Here's to a weekend of playing in the city and pretending that the YMCA-type pool available to me is a Floridian get-a-way with a fountain, palm trees, music, beer, and water basketball.