WHAT TO WEAR TODAY?
THE TRANSEASONAL WEATHER IS PLAYING WITH MY MIND
Waking up this morning with a higher sense of confidence than the last two weeks piled together – the weatherman’s predictions of a sunny day, bursting with summer appeal (it didn’t came out of my imagination, HE’s the one who stated it last night) – will confirm as soon as I stick my nose out the window – then my mind will finally be released from the colossal pressure of not having a clue what to wear once again, since this fractious transeasonal weather took over my life, playing tricks with my mental sanity. Still ahead of my planned schedule, I get out of the bed, dawdling towards the window – what’s the rush anyway, I know exactly what I’ll wear today (that silk georgette dress with paisley print, topped with a distressed denim vest and accessorized with a studded leather bag and my metallic sandals) – remove the curtains and… suddenly all my plans of getting kind-of-chic for the day collapse like a house of straw at the blow of a crazy wolf (the wolf equals depression-causing temperatures, and morning drizzle as a bonus). Now what? That’s easy, now I should wear some fall-appropriate pieces – Such as? That beige shearling coat I’ve been saving for winter paired with wool trousers and over-the-knee boots – ok, I’m going too far with this one, it’s only the beginning of fall and the sub-zero temperatures are pretty far from waiting around the corner – I should focus more, though this finding-the-right-outfit puzzle is pushing my mind towards new heights – YEAH, nailed it: I’ll wear the fringed alpaca poncho layered over a white turtleneck and a pair of leather trousers – this sounds pretty cool except that the poncho’s slipping over the head and it will most likely be regarded as a problem around noon, when the rain will stop and the temperatures will hopefully rise. Plus, the thought of wearing a plain, white turtleneck after taking that poncho off, doesn’t sound so appealing this instance. Now what? – As expected, now I’m late…good thing I washed my hair last night, at least I don’t have to waste any more time on trying to make it look decent…Already ten o’clock and I still stare with empty eyes at the closet, feeling like now would be a perfect time for having a breakdown– Great, I just missed my gym session, if I would have known I’m not making it to the gym, I would have settled with a fruit platter last night instead of going for that chocolate lava cake – I grab my pair of skinnies and that black leather jacket that has become a leitmotif in the last two weeks and rush out the door…Enough damage has been done since listening to that weatherman – but to be honest, the fault’s entirely mine. That’s what I need for not listening to my mother when she said: NEVER trust psychics – and men with beard I would add, with Santa Claus in my mind (he never made the difference between the “Boutique Owner” Barbie and the “Dress Designer” one) – seems like I got tricked once again.
