On Friday morning, I had an extra pep in my step. I had a new top on. I thought I looked nice (doesn’t happen often), it’s a pretty top. I walked out of my room and my mother looks at me and says the equivalent of oh wow. Not in a good way. I asked her what that was about and she was like, “that new top, it’s very….different. Very bright”. Basically she made it known to me that she thought I didn’t look nice in it. It’s a black top (below), don’t know how that could be bright. And then I spent the whole ride to work wondering if I looked ridiculous in my new top.
PS. this is my attempt at posting about something other than my Europe trip. :D