Today I had to go into town. It’s not a simple job, as I rely on the bus and they only come once an hour, except for some which only come once every two hours. It’s a ticklish matter to get appointments lined up so you can make the round journey in less than half a day.
I had to go to the nurses’ to have a blood test and I had a half hour window to get the jab then back to the bus station, otherwise it was a two and a bit hour’s wait.
It is fair to say I was a little tense about timings. Being a little tense about catching buses is my only excuse. It’s not much but it’s all I’ve got and I’m sticking to it.
Because I went out dressed like a clown whose clothes have melted in the hot wash.
I hadn’t quite realised when I got dressed this morning what I was putting on. This is not unusual, and in fact may be indicative of my suitability for working in IT. In fact, let’s say it is, and not worry about stereo-typing. It is certainly why I like to wear a suit. No worrying about what to put with what. I just find a shirt to go with it, and as my suits are pretty much either black or grey I am rarely challenged.
I may also have mentioned before that I am a little poor at identifying colour. I only recently found out that orange is in fact red. God knows what this thing called “orange” is. It may be yellow, but that still leaves me with a problem.
Indoors was fine as I had my jade jeans with a purple t-shirt and pink jumper. It kind of works. Sigoth tells me so, and he is good at colour what with being artistic and all that. He can draw things people recognise, and make art and paint.
But then to go out I put on my purple DMs with yellow laces, my scarlet coat and orange scarf and hat. In such elegant attire I sauntered to the bus stop.
On the bus I noticed that I appeared to wearing every colour in the rainbow. Oh, right, except blue.
But it was OK because my socks had blue heels.
So today I was a rainbow, albeit in disguise because no one saw my socks.
And the best thing about being EBL is that I don’t actually care whether I clashed or was cool. (I suspect the former.)
I can assure you I am not a little ray of sunshine at the best of times, but at least I can make the world a brighter place in my own, slightly warped, way.
There was some offensive fund-raising campaign recently where women were sponsored not to wear make-up for a whole day It was supposed to be really daring. Obviously I couldn’t take part as I never wear the damn stuff. And in any case – how rude! There’s far too much concern about how women look and dress.
So I think I’ll be a rainbow more often, and if anyone says anything to me, I’ll explain to them about the glories of creation and the miracle of rods and cones. And they will back away slowly while keeping eye contact so as not to provoke the crazy Bag Lady.
Delightful. At work we are supposed to wear all black, including our shoes, with a white lab coat over top. So my wardrobe is predominantly black. The most boring closet on earth. It’s time for some rainbow colours – you have inspired me. 🙂
Hurrah for rainbow wardrobes!
There’s a funeral of a casual friend coming up here on Friday – ‘bright colours’ are requested for attendees. So many opportunities!
Doesn’t comparing (1) an orange and (2) a Man Utd shirt deal with the colour problem?
I can tell them apart side by side usually, but not on their own. The thing was that I bought a new bright orange jacket for work and was most disconcerted when people said what a lovely red jacket it was. I had about eight people in the kitchen insisting it was red, and when I got home Sigoth just said “of course it is – didn’t you know? “. Hey ho.
And what is this Man Utd – some kind of foot-the-ball team I expect? 🙂
Eccentric! Artist, musicians and writers are suppose to be eccentric in all we do including our wardrobe. So pull up your pants legs and show off you blue socks too. 😉 I Know you said the heels.
Perhaps this means I can learn to be artistic too! But not, I suspect, a fashion designer…
🙂 Yes fashion designer.
now you’ve made Gok Wan cry – I shouldn’t smile when I say that. Bad EBL! Bad!