I previously confessed my love for pink in thorough detail and vowed to go all-out anytime I wear a pink piece. Looking back at it now I’m not sure what I meant by going all-out. Usually past me likes to play tricks on present me by speaking in code that only past me can decipher or making promises that present me has neither the resources, discipline nor expertise to fulfill. Like the endless declarations to consume processed food in moderation. That sounds great to past me when she’s enjoying that last cookie before she completely gives them up; not so great to present me who must walk away from the cookie. Spoiler alert, present me and past me are the same person so present me is not walking away from that damn cookie. So, until present me can accept or take steps to change future me, my present self will continue to consistently disappoint my past self.
That was a long-winded way to explain that I chose not to go “all-out” when I wore this pink dress compared to when I wore these circus pants. Though the full meaning of “all-out” evades me, I’m pretty sure it doesn’t include leather flip-flops and a simple black purse. Oh well, that’s what my past self gets for trying to dictate my present self’s state of mind. Plus, the simplicity of this look allowed me to play with a brighter lipstick without looking too comical. I chose the word comical in this instance because I wore the dress to my second standup performance and I was concerned about my outfit upstaging my jokes. Whether or not that would have been the case, simplicity in this case eased my mind.