What I probably should not wear, but am

Every now and then you dress like a candidate for "What Not to Wear" just because. Because it's Friday, because you want to be comfortable, because you're feeling a little peckish from the abrupt change in the weather, because it's kind of cold out and you need a cozy sweater, and because hell you're just going to work anyway, and they all already know what you look like.

So this morning I pulled on a long muslin skirt that actually doesn't fit very well anymore--it's way too big, and it comes nearly to my ankles, and I realize it does my figure no favors, but it's comfortable. And a long turquoise sweater that stops at that oh-so-flattering length of right at mid-hip.

And then Birkenstock sandals (no socks, even though I'm tempted) because I know I'll be walking to Target at noon.

I tried to convince myself that I really didn't look that dowdy, and maybe people who see me will take it on faith that I actually do have a waist.

And then I walked downstairs. And Doug grabbed a corner of my long, long skirt and he said, "Is this a tablecloth?"

Stacy and Clinton, don't bother to call. I really do know better.

But hell. It's Friday.