I need a moment

You know what I love? Having a moment with a complete stranger.

Let me explain before your dirty little minds find a euphemism in that. I mean when something happens (like, I don’t know, a crucial system of transportation shutting down or a crazy person blaming you for sinking Atlantis) and you make eye contact with someone and both know EXACTLY what the other is thinking. And you feel connected to someone for maybe ten seconds, and then walk away happy for no reason.

Case in point, a couple nights ago I was just walking to the train, and I must have looked cute or something because this doorman I pass goes, “Woo!” at me. (Yeah…)

And I looked at him in mild surprise like, “Seriously? That’s your best shot?” And the most sheepish, most endearing look came over his face, like, “Yup, realizing that was dumb and also realizing you are walking not driving so there is a lot of time for eye contact oops.”

And I busted up laughing and so did he. And it was kind of sweet in a “well, that was silly and good-natured” kind of way.

I don’t know if that makes any sense, but I walked away happy for no real reason.


One dress two ways…or else

I don’t do a lot of fashion-related posts on here (you know, aside from when I’m whining about things I can’t afford or worrying that I look like an extra from Saved By The Bell). It’s not that I don’t know anything about the topic (I was voted Best Dressed my senior year of high school. Get it, meaningless paper certificate.), it’s just that in general I don’t have too much to say about it.

Unless, of course, fashion would somehow become intermingled with awkwardness, which I write about like it’s my JOB. (It’s not, I swear. It’s my job to write about this.)

We already know that some of my best ideas have been born out of desperation, so why should this be any different. To catch you up, I accidentally locked my keys in my apartment yesterday. (Enter reason number two of the only two bad things about living alone.) This has only happened one other time since moving to the new place, and that time my landlady was home and simply let me in. This time, however, I think I may have caught her having a torrid romance because she wasn’t home at 9 last night and apparently hasn’t been home since. (Scandal!)

Fortunately, I can shower/sleep at the Fiance’s parents’ house. Unfortunately, all my clothes are still in my apartment. Fortunately, he has a sister my age that I can borrow from. Unfortunately, she’s quite a bit skinner than I am so my options are limited.

Which leaves me with this sad truth: I’m wearing basically the same thing I did yesterday.

Before you get all hygiene police on me, let me explain. Yesterday I wore a navy dress, gray tights and heels, a lilac sweater, pearl necklace, and my hair in a ponytail. Today I’m wearing a navy dress, gray tights and heels, a silver necklace my future mother-in-law gave me last night, a white sweater (future sister-in-law’s), and a navy dress sash thing I found in their laundry room and fashioned into a belt. With my hair down. It’s a totally different look! (I explained this to the Fiance and he said, “Are you sure they’ll even recognize you?” He’s a funny one!)

I actually don’t know if anyone would notice if not for the shoes (and if I didn’t work in an office that is 99% fashion-conscious women), so I’m giving myself major sartorial props for this one.

Desperate times call for desperate outfits. Or at the very least, a spare key.