I wore a really cute polka dotted dress today. Rarely will I brag openly about my ensemble, but today I felt particularly cute. Sort of like, a heroine in a rom-com, especially with my flirty, a-line skirt and polka dots.
But maybe I channeled it too much or maybe the swishy factor of the light cotton around my legs got to my head, because in my mind, I definitely was working that dress when I had to go outside the store today to bring our things inside.
Now the consignment shop is on the main road of the square, the one that most cars have to go through if you live outside the railroad tracks and want to reach civilization*. Naturally, around closing, which is the same as rush hour for that road, I headed out to our sidewalk to bring in our sign and whatever large items we left out there for the day.
And I guess, I felt pretty chuffed by my little outfit and wanted to feel cute and rom-com heroine-like walking along the small town square. There were also cars outside, which cheered me to no end because all the more for me to feel good about myself.
It was just when I got to pick up our sandwich board sign--a really sturdy, heavy one--that I learned humility. A car drove by pretty fast and my skirt flew up.
So ruined my rom-com dreams**.
*Don't we sound like we're in Footloose or Gilmore Girls?
**Okay, so there's more than just a cute outfit that make one a real rom-com. I got it. I need Ryan Gosling and his abs more like.