Just in case you thought I had it all together...

One day, I dream about having it all together.

I dream about having the perfect purse, with the perfect jewelry, with the perfect shoes, with the perfectly coiffed hair, with the perfect - yet invisible - make-up, all enhancing the most perfectly perfect dress imaginable.

I dream of being timeless, classy, yet understated.

And then I wake-up and stumble out of bed.

I realize that it's March and still freakishly cold, even for Florida.

I realize that four hours of tossing and turning doesn't qualify as a "good night's rest."

And I realize that all that tossing and turning not only ruined the spring in my step, but also did a number on my once-tamed tresses.

It's a rude, and realistic, awakening.

Because I've only got 15 minutes to make my Teacher Self presentable.

I've only got 15 minutes to get rid of Tired, Cranky, Bed-Head-Crazy Brittany.

So I grab the first dress, tights, and sweater I can find. Which may or may not match.

I throw some earrings in my lobes and a necklace around my neck. Which may or may not match.

And, waiting till the very last minute, I throw two shoes on my feet. Which may or may not match.

Then I skedaddle.

Off to my day.

Where, it has to be said, I give thought to my appearance approximately zero percent of the time.

Frankly, I'm doing good if I remember to zip and tie everything up when I leave the bathroom.

I simply don't have time to check my frizzing hair, my growing chin-zit, or the coffee stain on my left boob.

Which is why I sometimes leave the house wearing something like this...
Go ahead. Take another look.
It's a shoe. My shoe. My shoe, which my dog bit a hole out of almost two years ago.

Classy, no? Takes casual footwear to a whole new level, doesn't it?

And yes, I totally wore it. To work. All day. Clearly visible for all the world to see.

I guess "having it all together" is relative, anyways.

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Happy Thursday everyone!