So I'm stuck at a traffic light in downtown Denver last week. I'm waiting, waiting, waiting and start fiddling with the soft turtle collar on my favorite black tissue turtle neck. Ah, I realize there is a funny seam in the front of the neck. Odd. Stretching the neck out in front of me, I note two things . . . (1) holy shit . . . I'm wearing this shirt backwards. Hmm. I've been wearing it backwards all day and it never felt funny. And (2) holy shit . . . the tag says Liz Lange Maternity. It's been 5 years since I was last pregnant.
And a week later, I'm still wondering . . . . what does this all mean. I'm still wearing maternity clothes. I'm so wardrobe apathetic (and pathetic) that I don't care. And I haven't noticed. Also, exactly WHAT does it mean when a maternity shirt fits you pretty well backwards. Hmmm . . .