today I was a "fashion don't"

Today I was a fashion don't. I didn't really care. Except that I did. crud. There was 6-9 inches of snow outside and the high temperature was predicted to be 28 degrees Fahrenheit. So I pulled out my flannel broomstick skirt, the one I wear nice thick tights under. My maroon sweater did, technically, pick up on the maroon stripe on the blue, white, and maroon skirt. And usually I look really good in that sweater. And somehow all day I felt like the awkward one who doesn't really know how to dress herself. Sigh.

I frequently do such a good job of dressing for work. I hear my sisters laughing all the way in Los Angeles, but really, I do. I frequently get complimented on how I dress at work. Today was a total dud of a day.

I'm not sure why this is bothering me so much. I usually don't care what others think about what I'm wearing. I haven't for years and years. And something today made me all self-conscious. Maybe it was the snow. Darn self-conscious inducing snow!

Maybe I've been reading too much Twilight. I did just finish book 2 earlier tonight. Perhaps too much time exchanging with Bella who is, well, an awkward teenager. Those of you who've only seen the movie would never guess how much of a gangly, accident-prone, self-depricating girl she really is.

I really identify with a lot that she goes through, and there's a lot of time where I'm all swoony right along with her for Edward. Well, ok, I'm all swoony for Edward the whole time. But back to the point, there's a fair chunk of time where I'm thinking "I'm so glad I'm not a teenager anymore...that was SO hard" and also "WHY don't you see what a strong and amazing woman you are?!" Right. Maybe I'm more Bella than I realize. Without the Vampire boyfriend, of course.