Picking out something to iron this morning, I came across a pink suede-y kinda jacket that I haven’t worn in awhile. I pulled it out of the closet, gave it a once over, and thought, ‘hey, I’ll give it a whirl.’ Sistahs, there was a reason I hadn’t worn it in awhile. I blame my poor judgement on the fact I hadn’t yet had my Tim Horton’s coffee and clearly wasn’t thinking rationally.
Firstly, I am so not a color kinda gal. I rarely … mark that very rarely … ever wear bright hues. It’s just not me, not my style. Not that I even have a style.
Think blacks, browns, khakis, burgundy, gray, safari greens … and you’re talking my game. I revel in neutral, muted, deep earthy colors. I have a gatrillion-and-one pairs of khaki Dockers … cause y’all know you can coordinate khaki with anything. And black shirts? Make that a gatrillion-and-two.
Secondly, you’d think I’d know that I should never buy something off the Kohl’s discount rack that was marked down from $70 to $15. Umm. There is a reason they’re slashing the price 79%. I should have listened to my inner Tim Gunn on this one.
Oh yes indeedy.
So today I ironed and actually put on said clearance rack Pepto-Bismol-pink jacket. With khakis, of course. But it wasn’t until I was halfway to the office … past the point of no return … that I finally asked myself … girl, what were you thinking?
I hate it. I feel awful wearing it. It sets a really bad tone for the whole day.
Ironically, I walked into a co-worker’s office this morning and she said, ‘Ooh I love that jacket! I haven’t seen you wear it in awhile?’. I kid you not. I felt like asking her if she liked the pink jacket better than the burlap feed sack with the hemp belt I wore last week. Truly. It’s on the same par.
Is it 5:00 o’clock yet?