Just to be daring, I do try to blend and match and dress in solid colors sometimes. It’s my idea of dangerous! Even a slim, diamond-point Bow Tie o’ the Day can’t make this plain outfit appear interesting. I looked like a walking solid color. A fashion blender and matcher, I am not. In fact, my solid-color shirt and bow tie made my eyes bored.
I stood in the cold outside the locked door at the TMS clinic for about ten minutes this morning. The clinic folks wouldn’t buzz me in for my treatment because they did not recognize me dressed thus. I finally got buzzed in when I held The Saddle Purse up to the security camera. My purse is apparently an official form of ID for me.
I hold no ill will toward my clinic people for keeping me locked outside for ten minutes: Heck, I did not recognize me either. Must. Have. My. Clash. Back.
FYI 29 TMS treatments down, 7 to go.