I went out dressed like a weird old lady last night. That would have been fine it was Halloween or I was going to some strange dress up party, but it was just a Wednesday night and I was going to my writing class. It was a typical week night for me. I went home after work, ate a couple left over chicken wings from the refrigerator, changed my clothes and hurriedly headed out. Not much thought put into anything I did until it was too late.
It was about a ten minute walk from where I parked my car to my class and as I took the first few steps I realized what I’d done. When I changed my clothes, I grabbed a pair of jeans from my closet and the t-shirt that was on top of the pile. It was t-shirt that my mother had given me and out of guilt I put away instead of giving it to Goodwill. It was cool out and I was going to throw on a sweatshirt anyway. As I slipped into my new plaid Sperry Topsiders, I realized that I had a few extra things to bring so I grabbed the free promotional canvas tote bag that had just come in mail that day. I wasn’t sure why I got it and what the big embroidered logo stood for but it was big enough so I dumped the contents of my purse in, threw in a couple notebooks and a folder and went on my way. Ooops, forgot my sweatshirt but grabbed a cardigan sweater instead. I had my glasses on instead of my contacts because my eyes were bothering me. It was raining so I threw my hair up in a bun and grabbed the umbrella from the back seat of my car not realizing that 2 of the spokes were broken so it drooped a bit in the back. As I started walking, I realized what I must look like. As individual pieces everything is fine but smattered together in such a haphazard way I just looked like a typical crazy old lady wandering through Harvard Sq. Well, at least I was in Harvard Sq. where all fashion trends and non-trends are found.
Just then my cell phone rang and I stopped to dig through the granny bag to find it. It was my wonderful boyfriend. So I said to him, “I look like a crazy old lady tonight.” He seemed to know what I meant and merely said, “Are you wearing your blue cardigan sweater?” Apparently this is not a first time activity for me.