I was given a new maternity top that the giver found on sale. It is emerald green, turquoise, chocolate brown, and white. Plaid. It is heavily smocked across the front, like the little dresses I wore in 1974.
Eek. I think I know why it was on sale.
But do you want to know a funny thing about me? I have a weakness for loud pants. In general I dress conservatively (see previous post: white shirt, khaki jumper, no jewelry -- pretty typical). I would no sooner wear this new shirt than I would eat it. And yet I often wear a pair of plaid pants in exactly the colors I was mocking in my last post: lime green, turquoise, and yellow (not, lest you wondered, with a plaid top). I have another pair that's pale green with huge hot pink flowers. I wear them to work.
Is it weird that I don't want anything loud on the top half of my body and at the same time I collect crazy pants? Maybe it's because my hair is so loud -- bigger and vivider than you can tell from my picture over there. This is the most self-indulgent post ever but I'm going to hit publish anyway. Got any fashion quirks you want to share?
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