Oh, Friday, why are you not today?
And yet, getting out of bed was made (ever so slightly) easier this morning by my plans for today’s new-in-December Mexx dress’s inaugural wearing. If I can figure out how to do so later, I’ll take and post a pic. But I’m on my own this eve and don’t have a tripod. . .
The dress is navy taffeta-like material (‘sorry – I’ve got it on and am too lazy to wiggle around and read the tag) with a high next, no sleeves (in fact, there’s very little shoulder – except my naked ones – in this dress, but I’m wearing a black 3/4-sleeve cardigan), and a big ruffle down the front. I LOVE it. And with these navy opaque tights, chunky black heels, small silver hoops and chunky silver bracelet, I may even have made it “low-key,” if not particularly demure.
And yet. . . this is the shortest skirt by far that I’ve worn this term. I’m not handling the length well, despite all of those dangerously short skirts I got so good at wearing in the late nineties. I spent much of this morning’s 75-minute class trying not to raise my arms. This made the entire laser-pointer-slide-highlighting process more than a bit awkward.
And then: office hours. I should have tried sitting down BEFORE committing to this ensemble! As we speak, I’ve got my black cashmere scarf spread over me like a lap blanket and have, therefore, shifted and sweated through the last two hours of student meetings, quietly fretting that I’m inadvertently flashing a length of upper-thigh.
In short, love the dress, but this may not be the forum for it. ‘Good thing I didn’t convince myself it could be interview attire! I started down that road last night, but decided to give things a test run first. At least I dodged that bullet.
Am sooooooo tempted to do a jeans-and-blazer tomorrow. It’s the day before Reading Week, so campus will be a ghost-town. I could do casual, then – right?