shirt — Express Essential Stretch (Express)
pants — Impressions Lifestyle (can't remember; they're older than dirt)
shoes — Dansko (thrifted)
belt — Land's End (thrifted)
I also wore this jacket going in to work, but I took it off as the day progressed — it was just too hot to keep it on.
jacket — Chequers (thrifted)
I really wanted to wear this necklace, but I chickened out at the last moment, and switched it out for something more conservative. I kind of wish that I hadn't.
Anyway, all truth be told ... I'm not so sure of this outfit. I felt okay leaving the house in the morning, but when I see the pictures? I just groan. My hair. My weight. And maybe the belt was a bad idea — it probably cut me in half or some such fashion rule that I flubbed. I dunno. All I know is that it was tough to even find a picture to post because I hated them all — pained expression and all ... I guess I knew what I was going to look like before I even saw the pictures.
So ... now the big question — what happened to me? I disappeared after I was laid off at the end of March. It probably comes as no surprise (you all have probably gone through a similar thing) that my identity is so tied up in having a job that I get kind of lost when I don't have one. I took one day off, which stretched to another, and another, and another ... and before I knew it? I didn't know how to start back up.
On top of not having a job, I was dealing with this menopausal weight-gain thing, and that totally freaked me out. A couple of years ago, it had started to get harder and harder to lose weight and easier and easier to pack it on. When I had a somewhat normal job, I could eat sensibly and keep up some semblance of an exercise routine, but then when I started commuting to Herndon, Virginia? Everything went to hell in a handbasket at lightning speed. I not only became sedentary (no time to exercise thanks to that hellish and god-forsaken commute) but also started to eat junk food like my life depended on it (and maybe it did ... I was always on a bus or a train or in a car on in a train station). That's not particularly healthy, and I'm paying for that now in spades.
I'd love to say that I got a whole lot done and came to some remarkable revelations during my self-imposed sabbatical, but that would be