Firstly… I have been featured at Always in Style (!!!). & this is my favorite one so far. Thank you so very much, Kim, for the honor. I’m so excited (& I just can’t hide it!). Wooo!
shirt, from American Apparel (courtesy of trendyblanks.com); boyfriend pants, from Target; sandals, from Ross; jewelry is very miscellaneous.
[I also want to extend a HUGE thank you to itsokaytosweat, who, with her lovely comment in my last post, unknowingly helped me pinpoint the very basis of most of my style statements: Casual Chic. Her description is perfect; it's just what I've been trying to express in my ensembles. So bravo, & thank you kindly!]
Now… I have a confession to make: I am terrible with navigation. Absolutely horrible. I confuse my rights with lefts, & my Souths with Norths. My directions are usually muddled & confusing… I get lost constantly. (Many thanks to my mother, who finds herself lost on a daily basis & somehow makes an adventure out of it. I surely inherited this lovable trait from her.)
So knowing this, why do I always find myself getting asked the question “Do you know where such&such is?” & why do I always find myself answering, even when I know that I don’t know?
Over the last 24 hours, I’ve had this happen to me twice. Two people drove by me & randomly asked, “Excuse me, do you know where the blahblahblah building is?” In the first few seconds, I wanted to shout, “No! I have no idea. Sorry.” But on impulse, I found myself saying, “Oh yeah sure… you just make a left, go down a few miles & it’s on your right; you can’t miss it!” & the whole time I was improvising. I had no flipping clue where these places where, but I wanted to help so I did my best to sound convincing. Shameful.
& how do I feel about this? Terrible, because I can’t help but think of all the people I’ve “helped” that are probably still aimlessly wandering, trying to find their destination based on my screwy directions. I don’t know why I try to help even when I know I can’t; it’s an instant reaction. I can’t stop it.
I often wonder why people want to ask ME in the first place. I mean, do I look like that much of a city girl? Do I look like I know where I’m going? I must. & while it’s flattering, it doesn’t produce results.
So, let this be a warning to you: if you see me driving, or walking down the busy streets of Pasadena, & you are lost, do not ask me for directions. Pretend you don’t even see me; briskly walk on by. RUN even. (I won’t be offended.) Ask someone else who looks intelligent & worldy. Don’t ask me! Even more so if you’re running late to this destination; I will only make you later, trust me. Unless you feel like having an adventure, perhaps do a little sight seeing on your way to your appointment, don’t ask me for directions.
Merci beaucoup.