Guess what? I brought a totally fab (and totally CHEAP) new top last night. It’s St Paddy’s day Green and office appropriate, and a great material, that always looks really classy and expensive when paired with a slim skirt, and a blazer.
I wore it today, and looked lovely. Until I dropped half a bottle of pink lemonade. (For those of you not in the know? Pink lemonade is lemonade with crushed raspberries mixed into it. I now have crushed raspberries down the front of my top. Mixing with citric acid.
This is after I got to work, adjusted my nylons, and accidentally punched a fist-sized hole in one leg.
(Just so that nobody has the impression I handled that with grace and dignity: I swore. Loudly. Then ran my bare unshaven legs down to the supermarket and spent $50 on 5 new pairs of tights. Bargin.)
(Also? It is winter here. And I was running late this morning. Stop judging me for not shaving my legs. I’m an empowered woman, and I’ll wear my body hair how I want. STOP JUDGING ME.)
And finally, on a less weird note: I’m planning a trip to Napier, so that I can go to the Petting Zoo with karlie, and touch a five legged sheep.
(Wait… Did I say less weird?)