I’m down to the very dregs of my Revlon Hot Coral lipstick. Everytime I wear it, I get asked for the brand and shade name and my fellow beauty junkie commiserates when I share that it is discontinued. I must begin a hunt for a dupe.
I’m getting over the notion that work clothing should be at least a little bit uncomfortable. A better-not-breathe waistband, pinched toes, and the inability to lift my arms over my head are not hallmarks of professional wear.
The weather app keeps promising thunderstorms. The skies get cloudy. The air gets humid. But no rain. I either dress too lightly (and freeze from the suddenly cold wind) or too heavily (and sweat through my tights). This is weather purgatory!
It still hadn’t rained by evening and we headed to Toastmasters in the sunshine. We were denied precipitation, but Beefy won the table topics ribbon and finally got to meet the man who collects all the signed Broadway posters hanging in our meeting room.
I’m waiting for my stylist of choice to become available to give me a pink pixie. In the meantime, I’ve reverted to my old standby: a diagonal side part and sideswept bangs. (Another standby: overdue roots.)
Jacket, Mossimo. Tee, Keller’s Pub. Skirt, Andre Oliver (thrifted and shortened). Shoes, Clark’s.
At home, I’ve tried something new: flag banners as a window treatment.