My wardrobe and a serious concern

A while back I decided to shop around a little bit for some work clothes. I didn't want to spend a lot, and I wanted some neutral pieces that could be "cuted up" in a bunch of different ways.

I found a few items at the love of my life (or at least Statesboro) TJMaxx. One of the articles I bought was an really cute jacket. It was light, and it had 3/4 sleeves, really thin vertical stripes in white and coral, and was adorned with some really darling buttons down the front.

Brown pants, gray pants, navy pants - it could go with them all and would really bring a casual look together in a nice, professional woman kind of way.

I honestly could see outfit possibilities for days.

Well, as it sometimes goes in the world of High Fashion (or Low Fashion as the case happens to be), weeks passed on and I never wore the jacket. It was not for a lack of trying - many mornings, I would try it on - but it never looked quite right to me.

It fit weird, I started loving the color less and less, and my my - was it just me, or were those buttons growing more gaudy with each passing day!?

I had purchased this jacket with such excitement. And now I couldn't wear it.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

I decided that even though the jacket was $10, I'd take it back to store and get my money back. $10 is $10 and it just so happened at that time, I was interested in purchasing a bathing suit.

So in my mind, it was all working out perfectly because now that money could go towards the suit making it (theoretically) $10 less, and that would make me feel so much better about myself and my purchasing.

And, I reasoned, maybe me feeling better would make me a nicer person, thereby helping others to be nicer, and so on and so on - with the result obviously being complete World Peace.

So really, I had no choice. The world was depending on me.

One day after work, I took the jacket back and headed over to CATO to look at bathing suits.

Imagine my disappointment when I realized CATO doesn't even sell bathing suits. I was starting to wonder if the Wardrobe Fairies were waging a war against me - and then. THEN, I saw it.

It was on the sale rack - hanging, waiting, calling to me.

A flowy black dress, pulling in at the waist just right, with tiny little khaki polka dots covering it from top to bottom. Size? Check. Price? $10. It was a merchandise miracle!

I tried it on, loved it, and decided that the Wardrobe Fairies not only were on my team, they had definitely orchestrated this transaction. They knew how much I'd love the dress and the many, many times I would be able to wear the thing to work and beyond.

So.

That point of that whole story is to share that I am wearing that dress today. It has been a long week, and I decided that in order to get through Friday, I would need to try to produce as much excitement as I could into my daily life.

And what better way to bring joy than the feeling of maximum cuteness?

And for me that involves my cute black dress with some cute black tights (I know it's hot - it's more of a safety measure. I want to keep the eyes of my co-workers from the leg brightness).

But here is the issue at hand.

I have a severe fear connected to dress-wearing at this particular time in my life. Especially with tights.

I can't tell you how often through the day I check the back of my dress to ensure that it is not, how can I put this delicately, "jacked up."

I have am intensely scared that a time will come when I, let's say, leave the bathroom and do not realize that my dress in caught up in the back of the tights. Thus revealing all that is sacred underneath my dress.

Can you just imagine walking through the hospital exposed? Has this ever happened to you?!?

What if my boss or one of our doctors ended up walking behind me?

I'd seriously have to quit.

At least I'd look cute (save the jacked up dress) on my way out. :-)