Dangerously refashionable.

It's been a long time since I talked about Sue, my style-conscious friend, but today's post concerns her directly.

These are scary times for Sue.

I am in the middle of Wardrobe Refashion, and that, coupled with a few other factors, has made me a bit reckless about my clothing choices. There's something about being under stress, I realized, that makes me want to dress a little nuttier. It's like my own person kind of control-freakishness, because heaven knows I'm far too messy to be obsessively clean or anything like that.

Today, for instance, I'm wearing a dress I got at Goodwill. It was a long blue sack-like sweater dress, and I bought it because it looked really comfy for lounging around the house. Then I got it home (and washed) and tried it on, and I realized that I looked like some bizarre mid-90s executive minimalist with a modern art twist. Or a giant blue sock, if that's easier to picture.

This morning, faced with nothing fun to wear, I chopped the (ankle length) dress just under the knee and widened the collar (too much). I folded the widened collar on itself to form a triangular drape and pinned it in place with my orange "k" pin. Then I found the grey sweater I shrunk on purpose (initially with the aim of making a hat, but I'm not sure), cut the sleeves off, and pulled them over my feet.

Voila! Leg warmers.

I have to confess. I love leg warmers. I'm lucky right now because they're kind of "in", but the truth is that I have never stopped loving leg warmers, especially striped ones. The slouchier the better.

Today is a work-at-home day, and that means no one is going to see me except God, Winston, the plumber (should he deign to show up), and the people renting the house across the street. Oh, and the construction workers.

Maybe I look like a monkey who broke into Goodwill in the middle of the night and got caught trying on clothes when the lights came on.

But gosh darn it, as long as I have my leg warmers, I'm a happy monkey.

Just don't tell Sue.