You know how it is-some mornings you wake up, and the first thing that pops into your head is, "This is going to be a day that requires serious sleeves." When that happens the best thing to do is go back to bed and try to wake up requiring something more simple, like coffee and a bowl of cereal. If that fails, and the sleeves will not be denied, start rummaging through your wardrobe for something 80's when the sleeves were as big as the shoulder-pads supporting them. Bless you, Diane Freis and your wild and wonderful 80's dresses.
Yep. This will do nicely.
I don't wear this dress often, the last time being 2014. I styled it a bit differently that time wearing it with one chin instead of three.
Today, I went for a more well rounded (face) look.
If your shoulder pads aren't at least five inches thick, you're doing it wrong. This jacket delivers!
1980's Diane Freis dress-Thrift World
1980's jacket (part of a suit)-Goodwill
Madden Girl shoes-Goodwill
Vintage Angela Frascone handbag-Goodwill
Flower on jacket-Tiff and Tam
Vintage cloisonne clamper bracelet-Hand-Me-Ups (part of a set)
I thought about cropping these photos so you could see the rings and bracelet without seeing my horrible hands-then I thought better of it. I work with my hands, they are constantly in either bread dough, hot soapy water, paint, or garden soil. I am the Home Ec teacher, the art teacher, the science teacher and everything else. I couldn't maintain a manicure if my life depended on it. Really-that's truth, not a cliche. I am also middle aged. I'm not suggesting there's anything more, "genuine" about showing my wrinkled hands than people who chose not to. I am suggesting that I'm not ashamed of how hard these hands work, and I'm not going to hide them. The ring with the purple stone (It isn't amethyst, and I've forgotten what it is called) was a gift I bought myself when I graduated from university. No one else bought me anything, so I took myself over to Marshall Field's and bought myself something to remember the occasion by.
So now class, what do we do when big sleeves demand we acknowledge them? That's right kids, we go full-on 1980's. The sleeve will not be denied.
In other news, I am an idiot. The prescription vitamin D supplement I've been taking? It was supposed to be once a week for eight weeks, not once a day. Oops. I called Poison Control and between trying not to laugh, the young woman on the phone told me it happens "Often to older patients who misread the instructions." Thanks, I needed that. In hindsight, 50,000 IU does sound like a bit much on a daily basis.
Clearly, the RIF message was lost on me because Jenny Can't Read.
Gah. I have to say, "Menopause Brain" has been far worse than "Baby Brain" ever was. I hope I'm not going to spend the rest of my life doing stupid things, and having young people try to comfort me with that tone they adopt when speaking to anyone over thirty. I'm afraid it is all comfort shoes, soap operas, and Geritol from here on out...if I can be trusted around a bottle of Geritol. I'll just get a young person to read the itty bitty printed directions.
I'll be drinking warm milk, and watching Corrie if anyone needs me.
And get the hell off my lawn.