At work today, 4 people told me I looked "professional" before 9am. I thought it was interesting...mostly because they used the word professional. You know, not nice, pretty, lovely, tired. Just professional.
I was slightly worried because I planned on wearing the top part of this outfit for pictures on Sunday. So I did what any red-blooded American woman would do... I went to the bathroom and took a picture of my outfit.
Here you go.
And then I texted the picture to David, who was, as always, grounded in reality.
* To be fair, around 11:15, someone told me I looked fancy. Better than professional, right?