Ena - Day 44
Ena: I am still feeling a bit drained after yesterday’s lengthy anecdote, so today I’ll keep it short – ah, dry your eyes – and to the point. I love what I am wearing today. I’m not sure if it’s stylish or fashion forward or even flattering, but I feel completely comfortable and confident. I suppose that the Full House moral here would be that if you’re comfortable and confident, you’ll look great no matter what you’re wearing. But really that’s a bunch of crap; I look great in 4 inch heels and they’re uncomfortable as hell.
Though today’s outfit appears to fall nicely into my comfort zone – jeans, check; cardigan, check; open-toed shoes, check – looks can be deceiving (careful, there’s another moral) and in this case they most certainly are. Believe it or not, this cardigan is a risk for me, something I would never normally wear; it’s yellow. Eeekk!
Due to my coloring, and some unfortunate choices in the past, I usually avoid yellow clothing like the plague, and when I saw this cardigan on sale last Friday while shopping with my Mom that’s exactly what I did, suggesting instead that she try it on. However, both my Mom and a nosy but observant clerk thought that it would look good on me and forced me to try it on. After they ooh-ed and aah-ed I went to the closest mirror to see for myself, and, to my complete surprise, it didn’t look that bad. My Mom liked it so much that she insisted on purchasing it for me and, after putting up a rather weak fight, I agreed to let her; thanks Mom!
I love the color of this cardigan, but under normal circumstances I would have never even thought of trying it on. So, in conclusion, I suppose that the real moral here is never be afraid to try something new…or maybe it’s don’t limit yourself, you never know when something might surprise you…or maybe it’s that you really can teach an old dog new tricks…or maybe it’s…oh, who cares; it’s all a bunch of crap.
Bina - Day 44
Bina: About a half hour ago, I started having a meltdown in our office about my job — about our jobs, I suppose. I was getting pissed-off and all hot under my ruffled collar when Ena suggested that maybe we should step outside to take a brief stroll and breathe.
As we tried to go out the front door, a PA girl who looked about twelve in her striped hoodie, told us we couldn’t go out that way because they were filming some Nickelodeon show. And I’m pretty sure she may have called one or both of us “ma’am.” Fine. We slipped out the back.
We walked. I huffed and I puffed. And then it happened. He was on a cart with a few other people and I was too busy huffing and puffing to even notice, but Ena looked over just in time to see him do a big head-turning sweep with his eyes in my direction as his cart was driven past us.
Then, Ena said “Dude, you totally just got checked out by LL Cool J.”
I guess that helps a little…