auld lang i-am-wearing-jeanshorts

a confession:

new years eve day, i was feeling pre-sick (you know...you feel it creeping in and your throat is getting scratchy, but for all intents and purposes you are able-bodied as ever?? that.) and so i ate some soup. i got aforementioned soup on my big, black, frump-tastic sweater.

(if you hadn't noticed, frump-tastic sweaters have become my winter staple. not at all unusual to see me wearing one, every single day of The Cold-espec. when feeling pre-sick. i realize this does not attract husbands to me, but it does keep me warm, and who would rather attract husbands** than be warm? priorities!)

a combination of my pre-sickness, the cold, the fact that i haven't done laundry in probs a MONTH, and my laissez-faire attitude about new years (no need to delve any further into that) led me to wear the above outfit that night.

emphasis:

i wore a humongoloid SOUPED-ON sweater and cut-off denim shorts for new years eve. new years eve!! a holiday generally reserved for wearing sparkles (and you know i own sparkles), high heels, silver eyeshadow, and mink stoles. we are supposed to ring in the new year looking the best versions of ourselves, so we can feel hopeful and fabulous or something? but in walks the girl in the granny sweater and jeanshorts. shmurr.

howevs, i love those red boots.

(i have showed them to you before.)

and i kind of loved my outfit that night,

so i had to show you.

i don't really want to think about what it means in terms of foreshadowing for my 2010...so i wont.

**i do not mean the act of attracting existing husbands, like that belong to other people. i mean potential, not-husbands-yet, for me. as if i could wreck a home dressed like that anyway! pah!