do you know that every day of my life really begins with just one question? "do i want to look like an adult or a sloth, today?" no joke. that's the first thing that crosses my mind each morning before i breach the covers. the trick is, i don't let myself get out of bed before i've mentally decided on an outfit. and i can't mentally decide on an outfit until i know which side of wardrobe to select from: successful corporate climber or rebel youth. truthfully, the later generally wins out. but every once in a while, like a good angel on my shoulder, my 4 inch heels and seamed trouser beckon me to embrace my age. the frequency of this event is seldom, as the conditions have to properly align: no need to walk far as my feet will hurt, warm temperature since i can't layer under 10 sweaters, pants that are ironed, ect.

today, the planets assumed a single-file position. that and i really need to do laundry so my options are dwindling. in any event, i like to think that i exuded executive presence at the old office this tuesday. today: dingy cube, tomorrow: corner office with a masseuse...and a TV, and a private bathroom. i hate having to share with the commoners.

and what was my reward for looking like such a professional grown-up all day? presents waiting for me when i got home, of course! yes, one box says QVC. no i'm not 60 and living in north dakota. yes, sometimes i'm a victim of late night shopping. what's your point?

Sweater: Moth Pants: JCrew Blouse: Reformed Belt: Target