Probably not as often as me, but still. I spent the night at the office and when I got up realized that I had no clean clothes there, other than chones. See, my mommy taught me something anyway. But I needed to run an errand (pick up DH's old car at the shop) so I stopped by Starbucks, and let me just fill you in on my outfit.
Striped aqua and red yoga pants cut at the knee. A black and aqua dress shirt for one of my business suits. White sandals and...wait for it...my new blue/gray/orange Coach handbag. Because you know, it's all about the handbag. I pretty much looked like a homeless person who stole this season's bag.
No big deal, I was just going to run into Starbucks and grab a coffee, since it's on the way home. Who would see me? Granted, I did get some very odd looks, but you know, getting coffee other coffee-drinkers understand, so no biggie.
Uh, I guess I'm getting the car...I proceed to wait for oh, say thirty minutes, dressed as a hobo with a good handbag, while I wait for my ancient Sequoia which needed a new antenna so I can drive it to Utah.
I'm trying to look at the good side and think Mr. Engineer just doesn't notice how beautiful I look because I always look so fabulous. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. But next time, I won't forget clothes. The business/yoga/homeless/beach look really isn't for me.