This morning, I agonized over clothes. Its was pushing 80 degrees at 7AM when I was building the day's outfit, and I threw on some capri's and a sleeveless top that I had never worn before, and never even tried on.
I stopped in the mirror because I was actually surprised at how awesome the top looked (and remind me to go back and get one in every color because they were eight bucks at Target and when you find something that looks that good, that's that cheap, you want one in every color).
However...I was bummed. The shirt looked great, but also, it was borderline tank-top and I didn't want to be called out on clothes at the office, so, after much hemming and hawing, changed into something with short sleeves.
When I got to work, I went straight to the coffee trough, and right there in our previously dignified third floor refreshment center was a classic "robust" chick in a tube top.
Now...I knew I hadn't had enough coffee yet, but was pretty sure I hadn't stepped into some small-town street dance alternate reality instead of driving to work. I half expected this chick to hoist a gigantic beer mug into the air, let out a whoop and flash the stage.
Needless to say, I'll be wearing the great looking top tomorrow--the only question is, which color?