Usually, with it being the weekend, I’ll wear a sweatshirt and sweatpants all weekend. But today, I felt like wearing something different. Yet layered.
Before putting the sweater over top:
After putting the sweater over top (and also after pulling my hair back, again, just because I felt like it):
I hardly ever wear singular shirts to work anymore, either. Anymore, I always like to wear a sweater or cardigan over top of any shirt or blouse I wear.
This is a typical work outfit (I mean, I don’t wear this exact outfit each and every day, but you get the picture):
I don’t know why.
I mean, it’s not like it makes me any more comfortable, because the temperatures of any building or home can be, well, temperamental.
And it’s not that I’m ashamed of the way I look, even though I know I’m a bit on the chubby side. I mean, even when I was little, I just preferred big, baggy clothes – and that hasn’t really changed. I guess lately that big-and-baggy thing has slimmed down a bit, to layers.
Any insight from aspiring fashionistas out there?
(Yes, to get some pictures, I stand on the lip of the bathtub. Which, even in bare feet, is not easy! Oh, the things I do….)
Now. Wondering about the cupcakes?
We usually make a grocery store run every Saturday morning, and today was no exception. Yes, we shop at Wal-Mart, because for the family it is the most affordable place to shop.
Wal-Mart’s grocery section has what they call a ‘day old bread rack,’ which is where they put a selection of yesterday’s fresh bakery items out on sale today (so the $6.00 you will see on the label was not the actual price for the dozen). Mom and I browse the day old bread rack with every grocery run, especially if we’re planning a Sunday dinner for the family and are in need of either french/Italian bread or just plain old dinner rolls.
Today, the rack had a batch of cupcakes. I bought them as a treat for the family. (Couldn’t tell you why, all of a sudden, I have a thing for cupcakes!)
But I could have killed the cashier! Because, upon ringing the item up and putting it in the shopping bag, he stood the bag up, completely jostling the cupcakes!
I did cringe when he did that.
Because sure enough….
When I went to eat one later, the icing slid right off, entirely adhering to the plastic container. So I pretty much had an icing-less cupcake!
I said it before, and I’ll say it again: “Respect the cupcakes, man!”
A new rallying cry. tee hee.
(Once again, it just occurred to me that the post title doesn’t really sound right, does it? Well, once again, too late now.)
Perhaps tomorrow, I’ll have a short story for you….or, rather, the short story, it being the basis for my current project. Haven’t decided yet. Keep watching this space.