Isn’t it weird how there can be a simple thing you do every single day, and then one day you inexplicably forget to do it? Like putting on deodorant. Every day I shower, dry off, put on deodorant, and get dressed. But on this particular day I showered, dried off…and got dressed. I was sitting at my desk at work a couple hours later when I suddenly realized it. Not because I smelled bad, but because for whatever reason my brain finally caught up. Where were my personal hygiene instincts at 7:15 this morning, brain?! You’re the worst.
Of course, once I realized I wasn’t wearing deodorant, it made me nervous that I wouldn’t make it through the day without my oversight becoming obvious to those around me. And when I’m nervous what happens? I sweat. Awesome. It was a vicious cycle. Luckily, as usual I did a mediocre job of washing off the prior day’s deodorant so I think that got me through the workday without becoming a walking locker room. Once I put my coat on and turned on the heat in my car though…oy. Let’s just say this shirt is now in the laundry.
Dress (on sale) // similar Boots // similar Earrings // Bag (on sale in black & nude) // Lips “Whimsical”
