There comes a point in adulthood where you think you've got your life together enough that you're immune to majorly embarrassing moments. I had so many in high school that I thought I could make it through my 20s without anything scarring happening, but I was wrong. So far in my twenties, I've peed the bed, and on my birthday this last year, my brother-in-law sent me a text, and I was trying to figure out who it was without telling them I didn't know who it was, so I sent a reply, "Thanks! How are you (insert heart emoji here)?" That was only a little embarrassing, which is nothing compared to what happened just a few days ago.
Derek and I recently found out that I could use an app on my phone to connect with my camera to be a remote so that I could take self timered pictures and not need Derek to take my pictures anymore. When the kids were napping this week, I decided to put this outfit on, and head outside to try out the new app.
If you know me, I don't normally dress like this, ever. One of the perks to blogging is that I'm often reached out to by companies to try some new clothes, and I sometimes pick things that I've been wanting to try, but would never buy if it was my own money. Hence the leather jacket and bodysuit.
So I'm already outside, feeling a little self conscious, and hoping my neighbors don't see me, when all of a sudden, I see the missionaries pull onto my street. At first I didn't really think it was them, and they drove pass my house. But then I saw the bike rack on the back of the car, and the two guys in suits, and then thought, "if they turn around the cul de sac, and come back... it's them." Sure enough, I see their car whip around, I sprint over to the camera on my tripod, pick up the entire thing, and sprint back inside the house to pretend like the entire thing never happened. I ran upstairs as fast as I could, scrubbed off the lipsense, and surrounding skin tissue as fast as I could, threw a sweatshirt on over the bodysuit, and threw on some sweatpants, and then ran into Jays room to look out the window to see if they were getting out of the car. They'd pulled in, and then left again.... and I'm not going to church for at least six weeks... Or tomorrow morning when I need to help with a pancake breakfast, whichever comes first.
Leather Jacket: c/o Tobi
Bodysuit: c/o Tobi
Booties: Target (old)