I swiped a shirt from my sister's closet yesterday. I should specify...it came from my fourteen-year-old sister's closet. Is that just plain sad? Or is it, in fact, awesome? This means that a) I fit in her clothes but b) I'm AM wearing a fourteen-year-old's clothing.
So the shirt is this intense shade of green that may just blind passersby. There's a large picture of Woodstock on the front and in big black letters at the top, "geek of the week." Now I don't have a huge attachment - any attachment, really - to the Peanuts crowd and I'm not sure if I consider myself a geek. Actually, probably not. But the t-shirt fits me nicely and I happen to love crazy printed tees. I threw on a blue jersey skirt and green Chacos with the Woodstock tee, then stood in front of the mirror, face scrunched.
"Is this too much?" I asked my semi-sleeping husband. "I look pretty ridiculous, don't I?"
"Nope, you look like a geek," the hubs said sleepily.