I mention Billy Reid all the time in the course of my work. As the touchstone of Southern designers who have made it big on the global fashion scene, he's a pretty big deal, and he's from Alabama.
None of this is interesting nor relevant to a second grader. We'll get back to that.
I've felt bad this week -- a fatigue that I can't shake as I try to recover from the car accident. And I feel like I can't fit into any of my clothes because a)I haven't been able to exercise since then and b)I spent a week eating cheese, etc., on the road last week. Wait a second: cheese and no exercise make one gain weight? What?
I live in a world of caffeine and deadlines. It's a world I chose. Then I find myself on a day like that of a fun run, where children jog around a track to raise money for their school. (This is a world different than studying GPS to figure out back roads, or being on or a 12-hour day of meetings. Neither better or worse, but different. I do both. I like doing both. But I don't always pack well.)
So, before the fun run, before the morning of editing stories about artisan makers, I tucked my ankle brace into a pair of cowboy boots and put on this Billy Reid denim dress this morning in an attempt to look somewhat presentable. It was all going swimmingly until I got to Nate's school fun run.
An hour and a half later, I was questioning my decision. The dress, not the fun run. Hobbling around the school track in vintage cowboy boots and heavy near-denim, I was fairly certain I would pass out. (For good reason.)
Thankfully I didn't. I went home and drank a lot of water and went back to work.
Lesson learned: Wearing a denim dress in 86 degree heat, regardless of how cute and state-specific it is (see: Alabama designer!) not a good decision. Showing up is. Though next time: breathable fabrics.