Monday Begins

[bjarvis]

Mondays are mixed blessings at best.

I'm braced for a tsk-tsk from the fashion police today. Last night, cuyahogarvr beat me to bed. Being the angelic & loving incarnation of sweetness itself, I didn't turn on the bedroom light to select my wardrobe for the following business day per my usual routine. Since I'm up & out of the house while it is still dark and long before the other two are conscious, this has been my regular habit of making myself sartorially presentable to the planet, not to mention learning early enough in advance that I'm out of clean clothes. On the rare occasion where I forget to lay out my clothes in advance, I skulk through the closet with a flashlight to minimize the disturbance. Positively angelic, I tell you.

Sometimes, it goes horribly wrong. Or, in this case, just a little off.

By the light of a flashlight, it's awfully hard to tell the difference between a pair of black dress pants from dark green dress pants. In full light, it's easy to tell. One goes nicely with a grape oxford shirt, the other... not so much.

It's not a horrible clash blinding all who tragically visit my cube, but it's enough to make me less than comfortable. The fashion police won't kill me but a small fine is entirely possible.

Fortunately, I have time to swing by home today before calling C1 for the Ettseteras tonight in College Park, MD, subbing for justetthon. Since work is going to be slow today as folks ramp up from the office calendar dead zone that was Thanksgiving, I'll have plenty of time to review my material, add some tweaks and possibly implementing some of the ideas which came to me last night while I was staring at the ceiling until late into the night because I ate too much dark chocolate almond bark before going to bed and instead of selecting the day's clothing.

Comments

[trawnapanda.livejournal.com]

a few suggestions:

a) get your colours done (yr scribe is a Winter -- strong colours, blue-dominant). Then if your wardrobe is all of the same pallette, they all go together -- the only thing to watch for is don't-use-multiple-patterns, and even dim light can let you deal with that.

b) get a small bedside lamp that you can have close to the wardrobe, or alternatively mount a ceiling lamp inside the wardrobe. This will put light where you need it without dazzling sleepy bedmates.

c) get rid of the grape coloured shirt. that's the cause of this wardrobe faux-pas. give it to charity if it's still good (though being grape-coloured is a significant problem).

[snowboardjoe.livejournal.com]

Dark green dress pants and a grape oxford shirt? Ohhh, you are so not gay today. You should stay in your cube for the day. You didn't need lunch anyway. :p

[bjarvis.livejournal.com]

When I slipped out for lunch, I wore my jacket to cover my fashion faux-pas. *sigh*

[jss]

Skimming this, I misread nch as be somehow.

[excessor.livejournal.com]

You sound so sweet and angelic. Have you scheduled your own beatification yet? I think there's a signup at the website.

I once dressed in the dark so as to keep my own beatification on schedule. It was 11 that day before I saw that I'd worn one brown shoe and one black shoe. D'oh!

[bjarvis.livejournal.com]

Your own beatification is indeed on track. While I was checking where my name was on the list, I saw some evil cow trying to insert her name in front of yours so I knifed her good. Missy won't be bothering you again any time soon!

[excessor.livejournal.com]

Is it bad that I feel all tingly when I read this?

[bjarvis.livejournal.com]

Very, but that'll be our little secret.

[kent4str.livejournal.com]

"Grape"? Dahling, you don't own a "grape" shirt. I assume you mean that lavendar-ish one, since that's the only hint of purple in your entire wardrobe. Shouldn't look bad at all with dark green pants, just a little out of season.

[trawnapanda.livejournal.com]

whatever colour it is, kent, clearly it distresses him, so do him a kindness: confiscate the shirt once it's been through the laundry and give it to charity. once it's out of the house, it won't be an occasion for fashion faux-pas (or self-righteous gloating problems with saint-like forbearance with lights) in future.

(is he playing at Mr Greenjeans here? does that make you Cap'n Kangaroo?)