I found this awesome red shirt at the thrift store. It's long sleeved with a collar and with buttons up the middle and at the wrists, so it's kind of styled like a men's dress shirt. But it's made from alternating strips of sheer material and satiny material. I wore it to work yesterday with a black dressy tank top underneath over black silky dress pants. I was probably way overdressed for work, but sometimes a girl has to put on her armor and wade in, ya know? Today it's back to a golf shirt and casual slacks, but it's nice to know I can still rock the dressier garb.
I've lost 11 pounds now. If this keeps up, I'm going to have to buy new clothes soon. It also means that the two pairs of pants I bought last month that were a tad too tight will be wearable soon.
Ooo, and now that it's getting cooler, I can break out my suit coats. I love suit coats. And they're back in style. I think. Maybe. :shrug: I don't really care about style. I wear what I like. (That's appropriate for work, of course. Otherwise, I'd be in sweats and t-shirts all day every day.)
I hate cell phones. I mean, they're handy, of course, but having any kind of actual discussion over the cell waves blows. Echoes, static, blow back, unnatural pauses, volume issues... Humans don't converse like that. Give me a landline any day, every day, and all day. Yeah, they aren't without their issues, too, but as I sit answering phones all day, I can tell the difference between someone calling on a cell and someone calling on a landline, because I am more likely to hear them, understand them, and not have to ask them to repeat themselves so I can take accurate messages. Do the world a favor and call from a landline if the call is important.
And if you are calling on a cell phone, don't treat the other person like a moron if they have to ask you to repeat yourself. We're doing the best we can with what we're facing. The other day I had to ask a guy to repeat his name twice and then asked him to spell it because every time he said it, it was coming back garbled. L-O-N-G, he says with a laugh. I laughed, too, and apologized, but I really couldn't understand him.
Yesterday, while I was at work, a chickadee slammed into the picture window. Poor thing broke its neck and poor Hubs had to deal with it. I'd handled dozens of birds from that window since we moved here 9 years ago, and it always breaks my heart when I can't save them. I would've done anything to save Hubs from that. :sigh:
Hubs just refilled my mug, so I told him "I know you love me, because you bring me coffee." It's the little things that show love, doncha know. Or maybe he's just refilling my java because out of self-preservation. ;o)
And that's it for me today. What's it for you today?
One last thing to add on... I tried on a bra I'd purchased in a fit of optimism. It was one size too small. Now it fits. That's progress.