I can't wear jeans to work, which is just about the only thing that I don't like about my job. I feel infinitely cuter in jeans than I do in any of my work pants. I do not know why this is, unless it has to do with that whole "I look extra bowlegged in those skinny cords" thing I've got going on. Or the fact that no one makes work pants for 12 year old girls, so I'm forced to buy pants from the junior high school uniform section at Old Navy.
I really liked the outfit I was wearing today. It's my standard go to work outfit. White shirt. Navy sailor pants. Bright red shoes.
I felt really cute when I left the house. But then I reflected on the outfit and the frequency with which I wear it and I couldn't help but wonder if my co-workers thought I looked cute or if they just thought I was really patriotic. Which I am. Not. I mean, I am patriotic. But not so much that I go so far as to theme my clothing around it. Except that apparently I do. Because yesterday? Yesterday I wore red pants with a white shirt and a blue scarf.
It's a good color combination on me, okay?
