It's a lovely day and I'm inside working the reference desk. Not that it's a bad thing, since I sort of dislike direct light, but still... These days of sun and blue skies won't be around forever. Seems like I should take advantage of daylight hours.
Today I have on a graphical dress that is probably much too short for a woman of my age. I hide the fact that it is well above my knees by wearing opaque tights, but still... Do I care that it's short and people look at my ridiculous knees with frowns of disapproval? No. I don't care. I think it's funny that I have to pull down my dress because it rides up. I think it's hilarious that I paid $14 for this dress and yet still want to get my money's worth, even though it's a couple of years old. I like that it makes my hips look enormously wide. I think it's a fun dress to wear and I just don't care what anyone else thinks.
It's taken a long time to get to this point and I'm relishing it. And since I've felt more like this, I've had more compliments on my way of dressing than ever in my life. Apparently I have a "look," which surprises me because I'm just really cheap about clothing and struggle to find things that fit. And, in some cases, things probably don't fit as well as they should (case in point: today's dress). But still.
Today I wanted to go to a pirate-themed street party, in honour of International Talk Like A Pirate Day, but have little inclination to go through a phonelist on a Saturday night, trying to find someone who wants to go with. Just as well, really. I'll just drink a bunch of rum by myself as a "good job" on getting the new job. It will be a "yay me" evening. Yay me. I'll have to start planning new outfits for the new job; pretty sure I won't be able to get away with skirts this short there. There are literally hundreds of men that will be ogling my knees when they really should be concentrating on their classes.
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