I like to think of my self as somewhat of a fashionista. I love clothes, especially shoes and bags. I have spent a good chunk of money on shoes and bags. For this reason I am happy that Hubby has a job that pays relatively well.
I also like Fall and Winter. I love when the weather gets cool and crisp and I can wear my sweaters. Notice I said cool and crisp. My family is from Pennsylvannia and that to me is not winter. That is the true definition of hell. North Florida winters are perfect. Cool and pleasant and I don't have to worry about being snowed in waiting on some big dog to come dig me out of my house.
Well anyway today was that first real crisp day so I am dressed straight out of this months issue of InStyle magazine! Great purse...great shoes...textured tights. I am on it!!
Here's the problem:
So I purchased these tights from a store that I rarely buy stuff from. My new found need for accessories has me picking up things here and there instead of shopping around like I used to. One of my best friends (who has truly missed her calling as a stylist) ok'd this purchase.
As I stepped out of the car today, I heard a rip (Aw DAYUMN). And not in a great spot. I'm thinking damn, but happy that I have a tube of body cream in my purse. I can just lotion up and keep going. But the rip never moves down. It goes around.
What the hell?
Anyway by the time I get to my classroom, I am wearing a pair of thigh-high sock that are held together by a fashionable black band. so far this sock combo has held up for most of the day! I wonder what folk would think if they new I was all InStyle on the outside and Ass Out on the inside. LOL
Only me...love my job.
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