Last week seems more like a fuzzy blur and it was only Week 2 of school. I wish there was something funny, clever or insightful that happened, but a quick check of my memory banks shows nothing.
Alas, I fear my memory banks are overdrawn, and, of course, I don't have overdraft protection. Unfortunately, the upcoming week doesn't hold much promise either. It's Homecoming Week, and it's Texas, so let's just say let the madness begin.
On the positive side, at least I don't have to delve into my photo bank to figure out what to wear since Homecoming Week brings Dress Up days.Tuesday is "Twin Day," Wednesday is "Western Day," Thursday is "Jersey Day" and Friday is "Spirit Day." So you see, I'm pretty well set for my going-to-school attire.
Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you about my photo bank.
Sad, but true, at 53 years old, I still don't know how to dress myself. Since my BFF (the one who lived in a necklace) moved back to Texas after a five year absence, my life--and my clothing attire--has improved immensely. Jennifer's better than me at just about everything. She's a girly, girly who can mix and match clothes with impeccable taste and ease. She knows what shoe to wear with what, and that's not all. She can fix hair and pitch a tent, too--all things I can't do.
In short, she's amazing.
In short, I could be a poster child for "What Not To Wear."
She's an extraordinarily strong woman, but I swear her eyes teared up when she took a peek into my closet. You see, sometime during her absence, I decided to simplify my life and live in a black and white world, you know, like Jamie Lee Curtis. (OK, so it sounded like a good idea at the time.)
When she called me before school started and told me she had at least 20 different outfits planned for the start of the school year, I ran into my closet and got more than a little teary eyed when I had trouble putting together one outfit.
But like a true BFF, Jennifer ran over speedy quick, and in the span of just a few hours, she mixed and matched 86 outfits complete with my "shoe options"--all duly recorded with the camera on my phone. (Did you really think I could remember this stuff on my own?)
And yes, I do stand in my closet in the morning with my cell phone scrolling through my wardrobe choices (and shoe options).
And yes, my BFF comes by my classroom every morning to check out what camera slide I'm wearing that day.
And yes, she did point out to me what a good friend she really is.
After all, she could have dressed me like Steve Urkel, and sadly, I never would have known the difference.