I was taken with Fresnog's recommendation that if you want to blog, you have to blog every day, even if it's minimal, so I'm going to try to visit here a bit more often. I've also been on Passover break and been reading a ton, which: FABULOUS, so I've got a bunch of YA books to chat up soon.
But for today, a little slice of life.
I am not a fashionable person by any stretch of any imagination. My clothes don't fit, they were all owned by other people first, none of them originated in this millennium, my lifelong credo has been "Solids Match" -- in short, I am not a person to look to for sophisticated clothes analysis.
So the other morning, I had on a pair of (solid) brown pants (from the Willow Glen Goodwill -- tons of finds, people!) and a (solid) green shirt (originally new, but definitely from the '90s, so older than all my students). With brown shoes, I thought I looked a bit like a tree. I had left for work before everyone was awake, so I came home in the afternoon and asked, "Family, what am I dressed like today?"
Ainsley answered, "A fashion designer!"
Eric said, "A homeless person!"
Well. One of the two.