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Five Things Friday- Where I Embarrass myself on the Internet

Happy Friday everyone! Because I don't have a shred of humility and because it's a gorgeous Friday, I'm going to go ahead and let you in on my ensemble at the gym this morning. Sound boring and inconsequential? Well, if you had seen me wearing this, you might think differently.
  1. Black, kitten heeled shoes with a flower on the toe.
  2. Black, saggy yoga pants that are the Mr.'s, and have bare spots on the legs where some unknown substance ate away at them while in the trunk of my car.
  3. Coral tank from Old Navy that now reaches almost to my knees because the hem has ripped out.
  4. Floral scarf with turquoise flowers and olive green leaves.
  5. Old grey zip up that has started to shrink North, thus leaving the pockets almost at my bosoms.
  6. And since I like you, and it really does complete the outfit: A white elastic headband, desperately trying to keep my hair out of my face.
If I was simply headed to the gym and didn't have to talk to anybody before I got to the locker room, it wouldn't be a problem. But I have to drop the little lady off at the gym day care first. Then when I got into the car this morning, the fuel light was on; meaning that I had to stand practically on the street while I pumped gas. In my threadbare yoga pants and heels. I think that calls for spelling the word hot, with a w: Hawt. So, since I'm lazy and my gym bag is really a reusable shopping tote; I chose to wear as many pieces that I was planning on wearing after my shower as possible. Hence the shoes and scarf. I'm not completely off my rocker.

Let me assure you, the outfit leaving the gym was much better.

Hope you all have wonderful weekends!

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