A co-worker and I wore the same clothes to work today! Ok that doesn’t make any sense… we wore similar outfits to work.

So how did a cool fashionista like me find myself in this nightmare? Well, maybe Ms. Co-worker wants to be me! I mean how else would you explain coming to work to find someone wearing the same clothes as you? Of course she has to want to be me!

Just last week I was thinking Ms. C (that’s Ms. Co-worker) had questionable tastes in clothes. She wears black all the time and tends to be moody, sort of like she’s into goth or whatever, sometimes I wonder if she drinks blood too but that’s just me, I have an overactive imagination.

This morning I had confidence in my bright pinstripe oxford shirt, black French bootcut pants and navy blue sweater vest. I walked in and the Devil’s daughter’s wearing the exact same thing! Right down to the boots! And she seems chirpier, nothing like her broody old self! How’s that possible! She’s supposed wearing bleak black clothes… aaarrrrrgh!

And as if that wasn’t bad enough, my coworkers seem to have the uncanny ability to notice the obvious. Everyone’s like “Did you know you and Ms. C are wearing the same clothes”, “…how come you guys didn’t copy us on the memo” “are you guys in a band…” Meanwhile we’re walking around in the office looking like a pair of cocktail waitresses that got off the wrong floor. It’s a total disaster, I tell you.

I was tempted to go home and change but I thought that would be a bit extreme, like I’m a clothes snob or something.

~[m-w’s word of the day]~

PLAYING: Not today - Mary J. Blige

READING: Crawling at night – Nani Power

WATCHING: What I like about you

QUOTE: “Why won't u grow up & be a man someday”