When getting dressed this morning, I had an exceptionally difficult time choosing an outfit. I was certain that I wanted to wear jeans, as it was casual Friday, but I couldn’t decide what to put on top. After much debate, I settled on a tank top that would be both appropriate for the workplace and would also allow me to exist outside without perishing from the heat and humidity.
Unfortunately, the shirt I chose is a hideously bright shade of orange that screams color in every direction. (Well, I think it’s orange. Somebody else voted for red, and another vote was cast for coral. However, all votes were in agreement that, specific color name aside, it’s just a visually offensive garment.) Were I a toasty golden tan color, it might look appealing, but I am nothing of the sort. On my ghastly pale torso, the effect is similiar to the look of a drowned corpse that has been submerged for months wearing a garish life preserver. It’s completely unappealing.
And now, completely up for sale to a lucky buyer! As I cannot finish my workday topless, you will have to wait until at least six o’clock to get your new shirt…but trust me, it will be well worth the wait.
