concept.
my inkling was true, and that is to say that i'm screwed with current fashion. the cute flowy tops and dresses, though a little 60s-love-childish, are not only comfortable but all the rage. and when i see my minuscule coworker rocking all the rage, it inspires me to choose as well, taking into consideration that my, uh, "assets" up top create a fine-line when it comes to me looking fashionable versus me looking like a tent (or a box or a column, etc).
public feedback recently has led me to believe that i have failed to choose wisely. during my little run-in with the bicyclist, i carefully edited out the part about her (somewhat) coming to her senses to have this little exchange:
crazy lady: "i think i'm okay... can i ask you a question?"
b*: "uhh... sure?"
CL: "are you pregnant?"
b*: "um, no."
CL: "oh, okay, so it's just the shirt then?"
b*: "yeah, must be just the shirt."
i would like to think that was an isolated incident, had it not been for the little convo had over coffee yesterday. while attending a work luncheon, congratulations were flying about the table directed towards a lady who revealed that she was, in fact, pregnant. it gave the ladies something to talk about: due dates, names, etc. later, while i was standing at a side bar, fetching a cookie and some coffee, the lady who had been sitting directly next to the actual pregnant lady approached me with a big smile and a "so when are you due?". i tried to cover for her by saying, "oh, no, i'm not pregnant, that's the lady you're sitting next to." she pointedly looked at my top and confusedly said "oh."
i put the cookie back. and added that shirt to the rapidly growing giveaway pile.
current mood: does this webpage make me look fat?