I wore this outfit helping out at the church nursery last Sunday. I am not a particularly practical person but this was a little ridiculous. In my defense, I didn't know I was on the list for the nursery until I was sitting down in church. If I had been forewarned (ie. if my writing things down on the calendar skills were better), I would probably have begged off because of my major cold, but in the flurry of activity, my general snottiness was forgotten until I was in the nursery. Calm down all you mothers... I would never expose your children to my germs, I would only do that to my IRL friends (yes, that makes me feel cool to write IRL). Besides, I did my best to avoid unnecessary contact and I didn't share my toys with anybody... even if they said please.
I don't think there was a single element of this outfit that was suitable for nursery time. My skirt was so voluminous that it kept catching air and exposing, the silk shirt was a magnet for spit-up and the shoes had all 6 foot plus of me (5'11 plus heels) tottering around in a room full of toddlers. Perhaps I could have removed the heels but that would revealed the holes in the ancient pair of socks that I must have accidentally stolen from my dad at some point. And that would have ruined the whole look I had going on. They may just be toddlers but it's not too early for them to learn about fabulous. In this case, fabulous was the towering behemoth in the colourful skirt, sneezing her brain cells out in the corner.