I needed Garanimals to get dressed yesterday.
Do you know what Garanimals are (or were)? Garanimals were line of clothing with an animal on the label. The tiger pants went with any tiger shirt, giraffe shirts went with giraffe bottoms, and so on. The point was that even little kids could get dressed by themselves and end up matching. A side benefit was that dads could get even littler kids dressed in a way that moms who cared about coordinated children would approve of.
I really could have used Garanimals yesterday. Nothing I put on worked.
The pants I tried didn’t go with the top I tried. I added shoes hoping it would pull the outfit together. The outfit remained un-pulled. I tried a different top. Horrible.
I started looking for the animals on the labels. Nothing.
I thought about wearing a dress, but the bruise I got from the spin bike made that seem like a bad idea.
The thing about mornings (as I’ve mentioned before) is that time doesn’t slow down to accommodate the sartorially challenged.
I ended up getting to work (mostly) on time with all the appropriate bits covered. A colleague was kind enough to say I looked good in what I’d managed to put together. Small children didn’t flee in horror or point in ridicule so I must have not been too ridiculous.
But Garanimals would have been better.