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?