Other times, while the class quietly works and I charge forth in my daily battle with technology that hates me or begin reading a shamefully, crappily written essay, at least one student's gaze lands on my countenance. I hear muffled giggles, look up, and find one student nudging another and pointing to me. I know something is not on my face because I've checked it in Photo Booth before--what!? Don't you judge me. I say, "what? Can I help you?" And they usually admit that my facial expression elicited their laughter. I can't help having an expressive face. When a student says something outlandishly INSANE, my face tells the story that my words cannot...since I like my job and prefer to keep it. All I've got left is my face. I now know not to ask "what?" I just say, "is my face showing my thoughts again?"
I tell you this story because today's set of pictures features a series of absolute ridiculousness. Fret not. Some of the images are pinnable.
I'll start with the normal ones.
Cardigan: Target (a comfy and similar looking one at Asos)
White shirt: Target
Scarf: Gift from husband :) (it's from Asos--similar)
Pants: Exact Stretch Skinny from The Limited (same)
Shoes: TWENTY dollars at DSW (down from $100+) Boom. (similar)
You absolutely needed a close up of this gorgeous scarf.
Here's where shit gets weird. Forgive my language.
Just be glad I usually censor my mouth (er, fingers?) on the blog.
A ballet move?
I was trying to break that stupid thread in my butt pockets.
Mom documented it. Thanks, Mom.
Aaaaaaaaand my personal favorite:
Seriously, I shouldn't be laughing so hard at myself because it's just pathetic, but how can I not?
I look like I'm pooping, but the thread-fighting battle continues.
I'm sorry for the people who wind up here from a link up,
but here I am. I hope I amused you during your stay.