At least my outfit was comfortable.
The day started with straight up pain when the hotel ironing board collapsed on my wrist. I was thankful I’d already done my pushups and makeup because my right arm was unusable for a few hours. (Not to be dramatic – but I honestly thought I might need emergency surgery to repair a busted vein.)
Next, I ate a crappy, prepackaged cinnamon roll in the car, dropping icing in my lap as I negotiated the streets of San Francisco. I thought I had succeeded in removing the bits from my nethers until I stopped in a cafe for a to-go breakfast and a kind patron let me know I had white icing smeared on my butt. There are a few colors you don’t want smeared on your bottom. Crusty white is one of them
Finally, I dared to take these photos as workers in the SoMa district headed home. I got a few awkward stares and one offer to look through my camera for me. I persevered, asking myself, “What’s the worst that could happen?” It turns out that the ironing board injury and icing mishap were the worst the day had in store for me.
Blazer, Donna Collezioni (thrifted). Shirt, Forever 21. Pants, Banana Republic. Stockings, Target. Loafers, ASOS. Belt, The Limited (thrifted).