You Disapprove of Me…

12 Jul You Disapprove of Me…

Guise, I have basically turned my shoe-boxed sized room into a closet. I’ve hung my bags and skirts on the wall above my bed–perhaps this could be a video?

My point in telling you this was, that every morning, as I snooze my alarm for half an hour (it would make more sense to set the alarm for 8am, right??) I glance up at my wall and pick a skirt to wear that day. So on this particular day, I look up, hit snooze to buy more time–just make sure I don’t fall back asleep–and see an American Apparel skirt with the tag still on it.

“Oh, I haven’t worn that since I got it during the Cotton photo shoot?”  “Done,” I thought to myself. ‘Do I have time to shave my legs?’ was my next thought before I finally lept out of the bed.

Fast-forward 30 minutes, my legs are shaved, I’ve made my face look decent (I’m trying out this new primer from Benefit, so far so good!) and I apply my new favorite concoction to my legs before I pull the skirt on with a chambray top: Jo Malone Red Roses bath oil diluted with water in a spray bottle. Smells heavenly and the oil mixed with the water is perfect for summer.

All I need to do is brush my teeth and I can be out the door for M79 bus that will take me to the 6 train. On the way to the bathroom, I notice the skirt rides up a bit when I walk. It’s literally 5 steps from my room to the bathroom, so this means this striped high-waisted number might be too short wear to work. “Nah,” I tell myself as I wipe my mouth on my hot pink towel. The combat boots and longer sleeves balance it out.

I sling my bag over my shoulder and start to speed walk to the bus stop holding the hem of the skirt just so I don’t give anyone a show, I arrive just before the bus pulls up, and this lady, rocking a baby on her hip, looks me up and down, disapprovingly.

I have entirely too much fun in my own head, when I saw her face, I had Holly Golightly’s voice in my head, “You dissssssssappppprooove of me!” I wanted to laugh out loud but then she really would have looked at me crazy.

DAH. WELL.

When was the last time someone looked at you crazy?