All my work must have destroyed any sense of good fashion choices. I quite seriously left the house this morning for yoga in a lime green top, bright blue shorts, and hot pink shoes with fluorescent yellow laces. While no one at yoga is judging, I’m pretty sure at least a few people at HEB and Whole Foods were when I stopped to run errands on the way home! Am I just getting old enough that I don’t care, or has my intense (deliberately on my part) work schedule eaten the portions of my brain that allow me to select colours that don’t clash?
However, there are more serious questions in my life…such as how tarted up/gothy should I get to see Mad Max: Fury Road a second time at the Alamo Village tonight at 10:15?