Garbage Chic (the Vinegar's legacy)
If you read my previous post you will know about my recent row with a certain unnamed bottle of vinegar, and you will thus know what I mean when I say that I was ... delayed in my morning prep. You will not however know that the whole bottle-breaking-existential-crisis-episode lasted nearly 2 hours and because of that the whole rest of my carefully planned day was screwed up.
How screwed up? Incredibly screwed up.
See, I had planned on having my laundry in by 1:00, because I had literally no clothes and due to a dinner party later in the evening, I found myself actually needing clean clothes. Due to the vinegar bottle of death however, my laundry was late going in and as a result I found myself standing in my room, T-15 minutes to leave with nothing dry but some Tinker-bell pajamas and last year's ugly Christmas sweater. Needless to say, I did not want to meet my future English major friends looking like a ghetto fairy-elf, so I did the thing any sane person would do. I panicked.
I franticly tore through my closet in search of any dry clothing that was at least semi- in season. Note how I used the word tore in the sentence above, well that is because I did find something. I found an old skirt buried under my old guitar, and I was so happy the universe decided it needed to tone my joy a little. I pulled on the skirt, it caught on the guitar, and the skirt completely tore away from the waist band.
yaaaay.
Now I realize that G-strings aren't really in right now, so I had to improvise. 20 safety pins and some super glue later and I had managed to piece my skirt back together. Couple that with the t-shirt I found the back of my suitcase and I had a 'college/garbage' chic look that was only slightly less terrible than my previous elf-fairy.
And wonder of wonders, I was only 5 minutes late.