The girl from my dance team, who is one of my best friends and one of the perennially best-dressed people I’d ever met, sent me a short string of “crying laughing” emoticons followed by a few, valuable words of encouragement.
I deserved every one of those laughter-teared faces. Plus some. Forever.
The tears, hopefully actually representative of her falling out of her chair in said amusement, came after I’d sent her a text saying “See, I always thought the phrase ‘the clothes match’ meant ‘they are the same color,’ but everything you just suggested shows me that isn’t true.”
Welcome to my life everyone :P.
That was the day I went shopping for work clothes. The day I sought help from my friend because quite frankly I had no idea what looked good with bright khakis. Or dark ones. Or anything.
To give you some gentle background here, I have no style sense except to say that I know I look pretty fly for a white guy in a black and white suit. Or, to rephrase, I think that “pretty fly for a white guy” reference somehow still resonates with people as funny.
Apparently style sense comes from the same side of the brain as humor…and apparently, that particular side of my brain is a tad eccentric. :P.
Anyways, the reason I am writing this on a laptop inside a room full of polo’s hung up to dry, is to say thank God for friends like that.
Thank God for friends who send you crying emoticons and are patient with you even despite how completely helpless you are at their hands. For ones who don’t judge and who remind you to be easy on yourself. For ones who are patient with you, like the lady at the quilting store when the young reporter intern walks in and says “I’m writing a story about quilting, and I have no idea what the difference is between that and sewing.”
But we’ll get to that. 😉
Thank God for friends like that. Who look at you humorously, either in person or through text, with eyes that say “Oh, honey…”
But then who help. :).
These are The Newbie Chronicles. :).