Friday, April 19, 2013

sometimes/qualche volta
 
Sometimes maybe it is better not to be included. My mysterious boss Giacomo entered the classroom of the fancy gym this morning bearing gifts: A bag, a pair of shoes (too small, but they run large, so okay), a tee shirt and two pairs of horrendous bottoms that would make Twiggy look fat. These circus pants immediately made enemies with my thighs. I don't know what to say. I thought the baggy ones were horrendous, but the tighter ones with the squiggles are even worse. I will have to give up salt for two weeks and wear a bra top just to break even. Even the tee shirt is a large, gray, unflattering thing. If we have to absolutely wear all of these options, I am going to have to take a sick day. Take a look for yourself:

And to think, I kissed him on both cheeks for this!



As a hat maybe . . .


I look like Richard Simmons, no?




And pockets! I can fit two of my skinny coworkers in here.

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