As I write that title I realize that I have a foundation by Almay by that exact same name, but of no consiquence, because I was nearly rendered to that state this morning. Yes, let me explain.

I wore this darling vintage houndstooth dress to work. Very cute, a little on the short side and very tight in the shoulders. I know I am a broad shouldered girl, but this was to the point where it was uncomfortable to make any sudden unplanned motions. Well, in the hustle and bustle of the morning, I made a sudden motion without first consulting my shoulder, forearm and any other accessory body parts I might have negelected, only to be greeted with a loud and cheerful RIP! The arm to my beautiful dress now dangled by a few precarious threads. (Who said they don't make things like they used to? Thank the good Lord or we would be a colony of exhobitionists or something of the sort.) So, here was my shoulder and surrounding areas, naked! For God and everyone to see! Most traumatizing I assure you!

But, I can also assure you, I did not huddle under my desk, nor did I denude the other arm in an attempt to be stylish. I was the very definition of grace under pressure, merely keeping my arm clamped to my side until my sister could come to my rescue with a hints-of-ati outfit, but clothing nonetheless! What was even more amusing, was that the quick wardrobe change prompted comments across the office about what a wonderful dresser I am, fashion plate and generally how stylish I am. Right. That's why I was practically streaking in the office.


In other news, Laura and I have taken the first steps in adopting a puppy. No labrodoodles for us!