***La la la, I know I have a committee meeting in 2.5 hours to vote vote vote on who gets bajillions of gov't dollars for affordable housing, and I have so much homework, and I'm only home because my kids was sent home with the poop-tastic runny poop syndrome and I'm missing class because of it and my house could use some serious organizing but la la la, I am sticking fingers in my ears for five minutes and writing this****

Sartorial challenges of late

1. This afternoon I discovered a favourite tube of lipstick...at the bottom of my dryer as I folded laundry. Empty of course, for it had just melted out in the dryer. All over my clothes. so I am out some clothes AND a favourite lipstick. Argh.

2. What kind of tights do you wear with brown skirts/dresses? I have serious issues with autumnal colors, though I love them and look nicer in them. But if I'm wearing a brown tweed skirt and brown flats - is a different shade of brown tights appropriate? It's what I've been doing but I feel uneasy - 3 different shades of brown on my lower half? - but matching too much is also evil. It's driving me crazy. Really! Remember when all pantyhose were Taupe? And came in plastic L'eggs?

3. I decided on Sunday to find the perfect jeans, seriously. No cost too high, especially as I had some money left on my Nordstrom's gift card. So I went to the N store and took my time, really took my time. Went through all the Premium denim racks, loaded up my dressing room and completely engaged with uber-responsive saleswoman who even wiped my child's nose in the hope for a sale. Let her see my stomach and everything. And nothing - nothing! Part of it is my shape - I am not ideal for jeans, pants or the aesthetic world in general. But I had the right sizes - just the styles all sucked. Either I was completely undignified or it was kinda Mom jeans. so many hours of my life, sucked away in the pursuit of jeans.

4. I've been growing out my hair again. Why? I keep thinking it will work. It just looks scraggly and lame right now and my gray hair is sweeping in the front like the world's worst highlight. So I am booking a haircut and "glaze" (I was under the impression that I liked my natural hair color until the 360 mirror of death at Nordstroms convinced me otherwise - in fact the whole thing convinced me that I.Should.Not.Be.Allowed.In.Public) - which means I just lived through some of the worst and ugliest of the growing out period for no good reason. sweet.

All other grooming related challenges will have to wait for a time when my kid isn't just awake from her nap and smearing oatmeal on me (see Reason #126767 as to why I can't stay reasonable looking)