I managed a cute outfit today, even though I was in a rush. Cuffed, tight jeans. Sleeveless button-up. Jean jacket. And to tie it together, mary-jane heels. I was too rushed to do any more than a pony tail, but the look still held together with the help of liquid eyeliner, rouge, and cherry-red lips. All this while trying to cook dinner and pack for madison practice at the track. I had to leave by 3:45 to pick Per up in Hillsboro, and didn't start getting ready till 3:20. But it all worked.
The one catch was that I was left with only my heels to strut around in at the track. My track cleats don't do well on pavement. Fortunately I was wearing my knickers, which almost look like capris, so you'd almost not know the difference. Almost. But really, there I was in spandex and heels. It's not too bad at our super-insular little Alpenrose family, but shopping for post-race munchies is a different story.
Jocks in heels never set well with me. It's like seeing your butch PE teacher all dressed up to chaperon a dance. Not hot.
On the plus side, I made it through 30 minutes of madison racing without a stomach ache! My Crohn's is the best Crohn's I've ever heard of. If I didn't hate it on principle, we could almost be friends.
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