A teacher's closet
So, I love shopping. Love. It. Which...is sometimes a problem seeing as how I am living off of a teacher's salary. Because of this problem I have learned the art of the compromise. While I literally break out into a sweat at the sight of a great pair of designer shoes (not kidding, like, a literal sweat. I have to blot my forehead. It is not pretty.); I also feel as though I've won the lottery when I find a fabulous vintage piece or pencil skirt at Goodwill. I feel like at this point the natural follow up would be "and then I don't feel so bad when my 5 year olds decide my pencil skirt is their painting napkin. I only paid $3.00 for it". Buuuuut, I do. I do care. I care a lot. I should probably not form an emotional attatchment to my wardrobe. This is not healthy. ::rereading that last sentence...bursting out laughing:: Who am I kidding!? I will always have a emotional attachment to my clothes! I still have my 198o's World's Fair shirt! I wear it with snug pride.
Meet the teacher
Let's begin with my Meet and Greet outfit. This is what my fairy Godmother brought me. I see no wooden apple necklaces...no keds..no blue jean jumpers. My fairy Godmother was her game. Not only can I wear this to school...but in 3 simple steps be ready for a night out with friends. Lose the jacket, let my hair down..throw a fist pump...I. Am. Ready. Well...maybe I need a little more bronzer to officially throw a fist pump. Maybe I'll just settle with chunkin deuces. ( once again if you do not understand these references...we need to work on that. Immediately.)
southern girl car duty
I live in the South. It is hot. It is hotter than hot. Which, if there was sand and ocean in front of me instead of car drive and cars, I would not mind so much. I would not mind at all. I keep blinking my eyes hoping that the cement will turn to sand, and the honking of cars turns into the gentle sounds of waves...but it never happens. I have even went as far as to pinch myself in the hope that I just needed to wake up from my nap on the beach, but no. I'm here. On car duty. Sweating. And we have already learned that I do not like to sweat. There is nothing fun about this sweating. So...here is my attempt at making car duty a little less sweaty and a little more stylish. Putting my hair up in a fedora. And not just any fedora...a lace fedora. I mean..could it get any better? Well..actually...come to think of it....yeah, it probably could. I could be wearing my lace fedora in 75 degree weather. Ahh...wishful thinking coming from a southern girl..
back to school
First Day of school. Yes. I went shopping for a back-to-school outfit. So what if I may have bought 7 back to school outfits. I really think it should be back to school week anyway. Maybe I'll work on changing that. Maybe..instead of just one day of new shoes I can extend it to a week of new shoes. An entire week of the excitement that comes with starting school. One day of festivities just doesn't seem enough. I need a week of celebration.A week to celebrate that I am awake and out of my pajamas before 10:00. Back to school week. It starts today. Spoiler Alert: Tuesday and Thursday are two fun-filled days of meetings! ::insert sarcasm here:: Result: No time to take trendy outfit pictures. Hold your tears please. There is no crying in fashion. Well, if you have an awesomely fabulous hankie...it may be acceptable.