An old errant habit resurfaced this morning, viz. not checking my look before I leave the house. After I had dropped the kids off at school, I decided to stop by the grocery store to pick up some noshes to keep book club satisfied tomorrow night, and then on to that Shangri-la we all know as Walmart to get Janie a white t-shirt, which she informed me (last night) she had to have by today.
Mind you, I am not the type to get all duded-up to drop the kids off at school, so I was less than public-ready when I started my rounds. This fact only occurred to me as I was walking into Walmart and caught my reflection in the sliding glass door. My sweater was rumpled and the jeans I was wearing were so baggy that the crotch was hanging out just above my knees, giving my legs a nice, stout, Oompa-loompa look. The look was finished of by a pair of beat-up Ugg slippers (not even actual shoes/boots), lending a quality of super-sized, gout-ridden feet. So pretty.
I bee-lined through the store, grabbed what I needed, paid, and booked it the hell out of there. Back in my car I winced as I caught a glimpse of myself in the rear-view mirror. No make-up, hair finger-raked at best. I was (OK, I'll admit it: I still am) rocking an awesome haggard and haggish (i.e. looking like a witch, not to be confused with the Scottish offal delicacy) vibe.
And to think that as a child I was embarrassed when my mother would wear her around-the-house CVO's in public. I've got it all over her.
I'll never learn. It will happen again. And I bet this makes lots of people feel better about their own look they're rocking today.