In fact, it recently dawned on me that I have never, ever, ever, ever in my professional career worn a skirt to work. Ever. This is not hyperbole. I literally have worn dress pants every single day for the last 7 years.
Alas, someone in the office decided yesterday would be a superb day to have an outdoor picnic lunch. I was not about to schweat my balls off while eating crappy pizza in 100° heat, so I thought I would throw together a little capri number for the day. Until, BAM. A brown linen skirt practically fell out of my closet. I don't know where it came from. I don't even know if, in fact, it is mine. But I do stand by the old 'finders keepers' rule, so I tried it on and somehow magically a-la Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, it fit. And looked relatively normal.
And so, I wore it.
It's me! In a skirt! Nearly as rare as the sighting of the one eyed, one horned flying purple people eater. Obviously, I am also showing off my afternoon Starbuckies delight, as well as the wicked awesome bruise on my right cankle, courtesy of the French River.
In summary, I did not hate wearing a skirt. I also did not love it. And while I will most likely never escalate to the level of crazy that is Sans Pants Pam, I might rotate a skirt into the mix every now and again. You're welcome, world.
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Originally I hated Sans Pants Pam. Mainly because I heart dresses and can't wear them. (Something about teaching 6 year olds and wearing a dress while the possiblity of having to wrastle them lingers in the wings just shouts horrible idea!). Since summer school started (2 weeks ago), I have not worn pants to work. In fact, I haven't worn pants at all. Dresses or skirts. I guess I'm sans pants Lori. But that doesn't have alliteration, so it's not nearly as cool.
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