As you can see, I have suffered my own fashion mistakes since I was very young. I just have to shrug off my embarrassments.
All I can do is laugh. Mirrors are just not in my dressing repertoire, I guess? In fact, sometimes I wonder when I can laugh at myself again. I am sure it will be soon enough!
Last month, I was up in Denver for a training seminar for work. Now, I am not familiar with dressing for cold weather. But I own some very warm clothes for those rare occasions. I read that Denver was predicting snow and 30ยบ. Casual /jeans office wear was allowed. I prepared but I didn't want to over pack and bring my down jacket or fur jacket. So I layered. I wore Under Armor base layer, a fleece-lined tunic with a nice heavy cowl neckline, fleece leggings, purple toe sox, and my UGG Boots.
While waiting for the van from the hotel to the training complex, I froze. I worried so much that I would be cold at the all day training day. I got into the training building and found my way to the classroom in the basement. By then I was sweating! Of course! I was moving around. Nope. The building was heated! DUH! So I ran into the bathroom and took off the base layer and put just the fleece tunic back on. That was all I could do. That was the only other layer I had on. As I took the elevator back down to the basement a co-worker whom I don't know seemed to be looking oddly at me. I shrugged it off but I should have known, right? I mean, it's me, right? I went on to the classroom. Participated, walked here and there, walked up the stairwell three stories, did some drills, (Continuing to get hot). When there was a break, I went into the bathroom only to discover that my large cowl neck had been turned inside out and flipped in many ways. In my haste to take off the base layer I didn't take the time to straighten the neckline. I looked like I had slept in it!
I just sighed a familiar sigh, fixed myself up and walked back into class feeling like a million bucks.
They say, "women dress for other women." That may be very true. But since not one single woman in that classroom said a word or reached out to untwist my obviously crooked collar, I think that women are more in competition to look better than any other woman in the room. Of course, I can come up with this theory because of so many of my own unattended fashion mistakes. But you can bet, I am the one reaching behind you to tuck the tag in on your blouse if I see it!
