This almost become the third outfit in as many days that didn't make in onto the blog because I spilled all over it. Luckily, this time I was determined not to be undone by my wayward lunch and was able to mop up all visible traces of chilli splatter.
I'm the first to admit I'm quite clumsy and seem to spill on myself more often than most folks who are not toddlers, but I can't get past the fact that it seems my odds of pouring my lunch down the front of my shirt increase exponentially when I am planning to take outfit photos after I eat. I've taken a number of graduate level statistics classes so I know that this can't really be true but it sure feels true this week.
I could remedy the situation by getting my act together earlier in the day, allowing for the taking of photos before lunch but one of the few perks of being an unemployed graduate student is being able to sleep in and linger over breakfast in one's pajamas. This, in my opinion, goes a long way towards making up for the constant suspicion of one's own intellectual inadequacies and the nagging feeling that just a few years ago you would have thought, "What a poseur!" if you'd heard yourself say some of the stuff you now say on a regular basis with complete sincerity, that seems to be the lot of the graduate student. I'm determined to enjoy the best parts of student life while I can. And the pretty-much-wasted-morning is one of them.
It's finally raining today for (I think) only the second time this winter. Hence the rainboots, which are still a little muddy from the first time it rained this winter. I'm wore them for photos, and I'll wear them when I head into town later this evening, but for most of the day I've been shuffling around the house in cosy sheepskin slippers- not a look I want to share here.