Sometimes I think I'm making a great choice, specifically in clothing and/or make-up.


I mean, I get it.  I'm ok with looking back on photos and thinking, "Wow, really?"  Cases in point...

• College with the REALLY flippy hair.  I looked like a duck, which is funny because there was a girl we used to make fun of because her hair make her look like a duck.  I'm 98% sure it was actually ME my friends were talking about and just trying to spare my feelings. 

• The days I wore concealer that was WAY too light for my face.  The results were pictures of me with really white circles around my eyes.  

• When I was a hostess in college and I wore dresses and skirts that were so short I'm pretty sure part of my ass was actually coming out of it.  

• Or the time that I did my lipstick in the car and had no idea how Chola dark it was and wore it into a party...where my sister-in-law and best friend were and said NOTHING...I still don't forgive you.

Today, my friends, I did it again.

I got all ready this morning.  Showered, hair done (and when I say "done" I mean worn the same way I wear it every day of my life), outfit on and out the door.

I got to school.  I got through my day.  Nobody told me I looked cute all day.  Not a student, not a teacher, nobody.  I mean, people don't tell me I look cute every day.  That wasn't the problem.  It was the after school when I got home and looked in the mirror...I realized why nobody told me I looked cute.

My shirt.  My new Ann Taylor Loft shirt looks like scrubs.  I looked in the mirror and was like, "Ummm, really Katie?"  Perhaps it wasn't as, hmmm...flowery with my trusty cardigan on top.  By the time I got home the cardigan was off and I looked like I should have gone to work in a hospital today.  AWESOME.