A terrible truth just now burst upon me as I looked in the mirror of the restroom at Coffee Fusion, one of my favorite blogging and tea-drinking spots. My shirt is on backwards!
We were in a hurry today, and Hubby helped me don the top. At least it wasn’t inside out. I’ve done that since my stroke, too.
Back at the table with Hubby, we laughed at my wardrobe malfunction. Hubby pressed for a decision: Go back to the restroom where he would help me with the required adjustment or wait til we return home.
This particular top is a not my easiest garment to get on and off post-stroke. Plus, we have been here for over an hour, visiting and chatting with other “regulars” and getting an Internet fix. I think if anyone were going to pass out over the shock of seeing my backward attire, they would have already keeled over.
Forgive my lack of interest in fashion correctness, but I just choose to go backwards until we get home.
Have a great weekend and stay safe if you are in the path of bad weather!