I wore a bathing suit coverup to work. Really.

So yesterday was SO frustrating. (Other than getting tons of positive feedback about the blog from everyone! Thanks!) As I mentioned before, it seems like all my clothes stopped fitting me overnight. Now, up until this week I have pretty much been able to wear all of my stuff and feeling quite smug about it. Well, karma's a bitch.

I am one of those people who starts thinking about my next day's ensemble the night before (I know this may come as a shock to many of you, considering I often don't plan out anything else, except maybe meals). So Tuesday night I figured I would wear my old standby black pants from Lucky (that are ingeniously constructed of sweat pant material, but cut like jeans) and my red sweater. Um, no. It looked atrocious and that was after I broke a sweat trying to get the pants to button.

As any girl knows, trying to find something to wear can be traumatic. Note, this condition is always exacerbated by external factors such as the likelihood of running into 1) your high school nemesis 2) your ex-boyfriend or 3) someone who might give you a job. Thankfully, however, yesterday was just a normal day for me, so I was only moderately distressed standing in my closet, naked.

I tore through the racks like a tazmanian devil. Brent got out of the way, as he has witnessed these goings on before and he is liable to be severely wounded by a flying shoe (aimed at his head) when he informs me "to just wear that, you look fine." Watch it buddy.

So in my panic, I had a stroke of genius. I have this cotton bathing suit coverup dress thingy from the Gap that is SUPER comfy. I tried it on and it looked peachy. I added a button down shirt (buttoning it was a pipe dream) and a pair of flip flops and voila! I looked like I stepped off the pages of a J Crew catalog (minus the four foot long gams and beachy tousled hair).

Should I be ashamed that I wore glorified swimwear to work? Maybe. After all, I am an attorney at a publicly traded corporation. But you know what? Desperate times called for desperate measures. Luckily, on my lunch hour I went to Target and got some decent basics from Liz Lange. And the stuff I ordered from Old Navy Maternity arrived and it all fit! So hopefully, I won't be forced into the recesses of my closet again due to my expanding form. But who knows...I have this pair of pajama pants that might look great with a sweater.