What I wore last week.

A couple of my very favorite bloggers - like, I have a bloggy crush on you and I'm going to stalk you on ALL THE INTERNETS! but totally not in a creepy way more in an "imitation is the best form of flattery" way and I swear I'm not planning to skin you alive and wear a suit made of your skin I SWEAR! No really, I swear, - Modern Mrs. Darcy and The Dude Mom both blog often about how it's important to dress for every day and to look your best, even when there's no special occasion, because just by putting forth the effort, you will FEEL better about how you look, which makes you feel better about yourself, which makes you want to try harder, which is a crazy catch 22 and a conundrum that my crazy sweatpant-wearing, bra hating, superhero shirt hoarding, Croc-loving soul has a hard time digesting.

But I've been trying.  Harder than I usually do, anyway.

Both of the esteemed bloggers mentioned above post super cute pics of themselves wearing their adorable and perfectly accessorized outfits occasionally, but my only available photographer is four and can usually only take a picture of my eyebrow or my knee, but not both at the same time, so you're getting the outfits without the me.  Which, by the way?  I'm totally fine with.

Also, I totally get that I'm no grand fashionista, nor will I ever be, but when I can say that I actually GOT DRESSED in something other than pajamas and combed my hair every day for a week, it's pretty amazing.

So anyway, here's what I wore last week:

Monday

On Monday, I wore this adorable little thing.  It is super cute and was perfect for running around, grocery shopping and the like.  It was comfortable, cool, and definitely a step up from the Batman t-shirts I prefer.

On Monday, I saw ZERO people that I know.

Tuesday

On Tuesday, I wore this little skirt and top combo.  When I do dress myself in something other than workout clothes, I prefer separate pieces, since I am, ahem, quite a bit larger on the top than on the bottom.

A stranger complimented my skirt, but on Tuesday I saw ZERO people that I know.

Wednesday

For Wednesday's outfit, I pulled out a pair of white capri pants that haven't seen the light of day in... ever, and wore a brightly patterned top.  The people who knew me when I only wore black would be so shocked to see me now.

And on Wednesday, I saw ZERO people that I know.

Thursday

Since I didn't really have anywhere to go on Thursday, I kept things super casual, but I did have to answer the door when the mailman brought a package, and he seemed super pleased that I wasn't in my typical door-answering outfit.

People I saw that I know (other than the mailman, of course): ZERO.

Friday

On Friday, I wore this summery little thing (with a cardigan, of course - no strapless bras for me) and seriously, I'm starting to think that dresses are more comfortable than jeans any day.  And since I hate shorts, dresses may be the way to go! 

Friday was another day that I saw ZERO people that I know. 

Saturday

And then the weekend came.  I had no place to go, no plans WHATSOEVER to leave the house, and to be honest, getting dressed every day had pretty much exhausted me so I stuck with "around the house" clothes, also known as "white trash awesome."    This particular outfit consisted of a tie dye shirt that says Key West (where I have never been, by the way, so I'm not really sure where this shirt came from), a pair of R's old boxers, and my hair was piled on top of my head in what I refer to as a "shitball."  You get the picture.  

And everything was fine.  Until right after dinner, when we decided that maybe ice cream was in order, and since we were just going to go through a drive-through for cones, I threw on my gardening Crocs (I SWEAR I almost never wear them out of the house any more) with my outfit du jour and off we went.

Except... On the way there, I realized the gas light was blinking.  And not just in a "this is a friendly reminder that you might want to get gas soon, like maybe tomorrow, or next Tuesday" kind of way, more in a "OH MY GOD FEED ME NOW YOU LAZY FOOL, OR I'M GOING TO DIE ON YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BUSIEST INTERSECTION I CAN FIND!!!" way.

So I stopped for gas.

Number of people I saw that I knew at the most out of the way, deserted gas station I could find: FOURTEEN.