An email to LB from a few months back, when I first started working;
I had such a great morning. I had a good run and it was cool outside. I found something presentable to wear, but cute. I used enough frizz-ease (God Bless John Frieda) and my hair is under control. The shower wasn't too hot because it's below 211 degrees outside. I had my lunch ready to go-leftovers from last night. I got breakfast at my new favorite place, by far the best breakfast sandwich ever.Then what happens..? I go to the bathroom and realize that everyone and their brother is able to see my bright red Victoria secret boy cuts through my skirt. Normally in this situation I would just take them off, but I can't because my mo-fo Aunt Flo is visiting.
Welcome to my world.
You would think that a girl who flaunts her Coach, Anthropologie and Stuart Weitzman’s would be able to dress herself? Oh you would think; but alas not. I just noticed that once again, when standing in the right light, you can see right through my red Ann Taylor skirt*. For the record, yes I am wearing pink CK undies. Have I ever mentioned my black linen skirt that my MOM informed was COMPLETELY see thru, in Martha’s Vineyard over Labor Day, when OF COURSE I had worn the fucking things about 40 different times. Because this is DC where linen is needed during the summer months. See thru linen if your name is HB.
I need a personal shopper or at least someone to tell me “Hey, I can see your pink thong!” before I leave in the morning.
*I wrote this yesterday. Today I'm wearing pants, thank God, and my pink Polo sweater.