It's a Black Bra White T-Shirt Sorta Day
I should have known when the wheezing from my asthma woke me up this morning that today was going to be one of those days.
It started out so simply. I chose to wear jeans, a white t-shirt, and a pink cardi. Simple enough.
I go to my lingerie drawer to get my bra and undies. No undies. OK, that's a lie. There are always undies. But you know, they're the ones you never wear but can't seem to bring yourself to throw out. Where did they all go? We did laundry this weekend.
A quick run to the basement and I discover the problem. WE didn't do laundry. HE did laundry. And guess what didn't seem so imperative? Yup, a big pile of my favorite undergarments. What's up with that? Must be a ploy to get me naked again. Damn him.
So, back up to rummage through the drawer...for my drawers ;)
OK, undies are taken care of, and they're fine. A couple pairs were hiding. But still, we're low on bras. Oh wait! I see white!
But it couldn't be that easy. You see, these are those bras. You know, the ones that looked great on in the store, but you forgot to test drive them first. Jump up and down. Or God forbid lean over. News flash for all the bra manufacturers out there -- as pretty as we may look artfully posed with angel wings on our backs we actually want to move while wearing one of your contraptionss.
And then, the lowest of the low. A push-up bra. I must ask -- wtf was I thinking buying a push-up bra?
So what am I left with? Good ol' comfy black bra. And a white t-shirt. I promise to keep the cardi on all day. And seriously, when given the choice between falling out of my bra, choking myself with the push-up, or bending the fashion rules a little, the choice seemed pretty clear.
So I get dressed, drop my sock-in-progress in my purse, get in the jeep, and make a pit stop at the McDonald's for my morning dose of caffeine (that's a large Diet Coke).
It's Friday so the commute is light. Easy. Effortless. You see where this is going, right?
Until I get on the road leading to the office. At 4 miles away we slow to a crawl, and then a dead stop.
OK, well, if I have to be stuck at least I have my sock to knit on. I pull it out and start knitting. But an unfortunate decision the night before stops me from making any progress. I went to bed with only half the short row heel done. I tried and tried, but in case you weren't sure...knitting short rows at 7spi while trying to navigate through traffic and manipulate a stick shift is not very smart easy.
So I put down the sock on the passenger seat where it mocks me for the next half hour.
Since there's nothing to do I sit and blast the music and drink my Diet Coke. I finsihed it.
At this point I think "Wow, traffic's really bad. I never finish the whole thing before I hit the office."
Done with the soda I have nothing left to do so I pull the sock out again. Maybe if I keep the car in gear with my foot on the clutch I'll have enough leeway to get in a row or two at a time. Just as I get ready to do the first turn traffic starts to move. Argh. Put down the sock, crawl a few feet. Stop.
After a few rounds of this I concede total defeat and throw the sock in the back seat.
Take that.
Epilogue
I finally get to work. Jump out of the jeep and fetch the sock out of the back seat. It's pretty far back so I have to lean in on one tippy-toed foot. Grab it and fall back.
And whaddya know. The needle got caught on the seat belt.
After cursing profusely getting all the short row stitches back on the needles I proceeded ran* into the office because the large Diet Coke wanted out.
The silver lining? I get my haircut today. A smarter less brave woman might have cancelled, but not me.
Tune in Monday to see if it's a black beret no makeup sorta day.
*yup, I can even run in the black bra. jealous, aren't ya?
Eeek! Good luck with the rest of your day. :)
*hehe* Black bra white shirt always happens to me and damn it! I am throwing out the unused undies. Great post.
Even Sarah Jessica Parker wears a black bra under a white T-Shirt in SATC. If she can do it, you can too :-))
poor jody! it certainly doesn't help that it is all rainy and gloomy outside... but at least you can see the humor in your situation, so we can laugh with you in your unfortunate adventure! hope your weekend is good and knitful!!
OMG, I glad I'm not the only one who keeps substandard underwear in the drawer for emergencies -- but would dash all over the house looking for a good pair before even taking them out of the drawer! I sure hope your day improves, Jody -- and that you have a great weekend, too!
It's so nice to hear I am not the only one that has those kind of days! (Not to mention the emergency undies that one would only resort to out of sheer deperation!) Hopefully your day gets better!
I have the same outfit on, just a bright lime green bra... and I was too late to stop at McDonalds! Waaah!
Good luck with the haircut - hope it comes out fab!
Love the SIP. What's the pattern?
LOVE the comment to bra manufacturers that we need to actually move in our underwear. I, too, have a few bras that I ordered online or was just in too much of a hurry to test drive, and as a result they only get used a)when I'm going out and wearing a revealing (aka booby) shirt b) when I don't plan on wearing them long at all.
Ooh, that was great. Nate was halfheartedly reading blogs over my shoulder, and when I got to yours, the title grabbed his attention real quick! We both had a good laugh. Thanks.
(Of course, he likes ANY discussion of bras. He's the one that has the in-depth bra conversations with the sales clerks at the store while I'm trying on clothes. Usually trying to pick their brains on where I can find one that will actually FIT me.)
I wore a black bra and white tea shirt on Friday too! :) It was the only one I had left. :)