Superficial, so what?

Yes, very superficial.

Judge away.

This morning I got out of bed too late and of course the whole breakfast-lunch preparation-kids getting dressed-morning fights-dirty diapers-Mom showering -situation got out of hand.

Any other day it would’ve been ok, I’d just throw on whatever clothes and run out the door, but today I had an important meeting to go to.

My winter clothes are still in storage because I wait until the last few minutes of fall to put on socks and boots.

But the weather has been shitty and I really should’ve gotten around to it last week. 

I am procrastinating because I hate shoving jackets, boots and sweaters into my tiny closet.

Today the heavy rain called for rain boots, no doubt - but no - I opted for the open toe booties and tights trend that it’s definitely not my cup of tea but it was all I had.

As we are running to get to PS 40 with umbrellas, a stroller and several bags, it hits me.

What the fuck am I wearing?

Dress, vest, biker-jacket, odd-color-net-tights and black open toe booties.

Oh my God.

What is this mess of a combination? I can’t go anywhere like this.

I didn’t even have a chance to check myself out in the mirror nor did I care, since we had to fucking-run/fly to get to school on time.

Shit and double shit.

I had to waste one hour of my morning and money too – in order to auto-correct such mistake.

First and foremost, I got myself a pair of black tights and second, a pair of black

mary-janes, that actually did the trick for the weird vest-dress situation I decided to put on this morning.

I hate to spend money foolishly, but here’s the thing- if you go into an important meeting feeling uncomfortable in your skin - or clothes – same difference, nothing flows as easy.

I am sorry but it just doesn’t.

I remember many years ago, I was pregnant with Juliana and had a new business pitch meeting. That morning I was feeling terrible and ugly so I decided to grab a non-pregnancy tight dress (with spandex of course) and show off my belly.

When I stood up to present in that meeting room, I felt as if no one could concentrate on my voice nor the work - it was all blocked by my huge spandex-covered belly.

I felt like an idiot for not having chosen the black A-shaped dress that looked so cute on me.

Pregnant women can aspire to be cute, just never aspire to lycra fiber.

I don’t care what people say.

Never again I said to myself, I will I wear a trend that I have a minor percentage of doubt about.

So,

No open toe booties with tights for me.

And I better wear these new mary-janes a couple of times because they were fucking expensive, but it's the price one has to pay for a major fashion faux pas.

Looks and clothes are superficial, they are minor details, I know this.

But feeling good about one-self during an important meeting, that’s fucking huge.

Huge.