shirt — Old Navy (Old Navy)
skirt — Loft (thrifted)
belt — thrifted
boots — Hayley (thrifted)
I get up really early (early for me anyway) to get ready for work. In fact, there are times when the night just blends into the morning, because it's easier to just stay up all night than to try and roust myself out of a nice warm bed after just an hour or two of sleep (I know myself and my relationship with my bed all too well, so sometimes it's best to not even try to fight my slug-a-bedness).
The day that I wore this outfit to work was one of those days, or was it nights? Either way, I was still half asleep when I got dressed. I pulled on the skirt (it has one of those yoga-style waist band that
is forgiving folds over, so I literally pulled it on), saw the belt out of the corner of my eye, and thought, "Oh wow. What a perfect match!" I took the belt off the back of my closet door and checked it out against the skirt. Yep ... it definitely was a perfect match — a match made in heaven if I say so myself. It's one of those Indian-style seed bead belts, and the colors were just perfect to play off the skirt, without being too contrived.
So then I started hunting around for a shirt to wear with them. Hmmmmm .... a black shirt would work quite nicely, and since
Awww heck. Where did it go? I just had it — it couldn't have gone very far, for crying out loud. I looked high and low, and then I looked low and high! The pile of crapola in my room got bigger and bigger as I methodically picked each item up off the floor and shook it looking for that clandestine belt. I went through the pile a second time, and probably even a third time for good measure. I threw all the blankets off my bed, thinking it had somehow found its way under my covers where it was warm and cozy. I looked underneath my bed, thinking that it had slipped down between the mattress and the wall, and the dust bunnies had scurried off with it. No BELT. Geez Louise ... AGGGGH. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to stamp my feet and throw a temper tantrum. By this time, a good 20 minutes had probably passed, and I was starting to panic. I still had to get packed for the week, and get out the door, and now I had to pick out something else to wear because no way was I going to wear that skirt and that shirt without that d*mn belt (read about some of my other morning struggles here)! I sighed in resignation and started to pull the shirt up over my head, and lo and behold ...
There it was. I was so tired (and stressed) that I didn't even realize that my belt was
under my nose around my waist the entire time. How bad is that?
I alluded to how time was flying by up above, and I hope this partially explains why I disappeared again ... Work has been so hectic and crazy that I didn't even remember that I had a belt around my waist. Thank you all for asking and caring enough to ask about me ... My company went through its rating review last week, which is the project that I've been working on since last October. I'm hoping it slows down a bit now (not too much though ...).
Linking up to Patti at Not Dead Yet Style for Visible Monday, because even though I didn't wear this outfit today, the orange was pretty visible. As an aside — I was pretty proud of this outfit, but I'm a bit nervous that it was a bit too young for me. (Seriously, can't you see a little girl of about 4 years old, with strawberry blonde curls wearing it?) Or maybe it looks like the Great Pumpkin decided to come a bit early and show up in February instead of October?