This slightly shiny (hard to capture the sheen on camera) turquoise trench is a bright pop of color and it's IMPOSSIBLE to feel down when you're wearing it. Trust me, I've tried. I know we're known for our grey hoodies and even greyer skies out here in Seattle Land, but I refuse to look like the "before" from a Prozac ad. In spite of the fact that I'm actually really quite anxiety-stricken and afraid of my follow-up appointment in 4 weeks (that whole annoying "Tracy has cancer" thing), where I'll find out if we need to pursue further treatment or if I get a clean bill of health. Along with other bills. Dear god, the bills.
I can hear my crazy mom's voice right now... "Doo-Ray-Shee [the closest she gets to pronouncing my awful American name], you must put POTATO on it."
Backstory here: My mom is the type of person who, when telling and then retelling a story, exaggerates each retelling just a little bit more each time. Over the course of decades, some stories have become outright ridiculous. The one that I can't help but make fun of, would be about her wedding ceremony, where it initially started off with her sister curling her hair, and accidentally touching my mother's cheek with the iron, causing some redness that she had to cover up with tons and tons of makeup, and how because of that, she felt like she looked ghastly and pale in her photos. She put some potato on her cheek to help soothe the burn. This is an important detail that made it into every single retelling of this story.
With each retelling, this minor pink cheek burn eventually became my mom's whole fucking face melting off. I kid you not. The way she tells it now, she was basically Voldemort. BUUUUUTTTTT.... she put potato on it and POTATO HEALED EVERYTHING. Like severe burning and scars and having no face. That potato though.
It became a long running joke in our house that everything can be fixed with potato.
Broke your arm? Try putting potato on it. Better than anything idiot American doctors can give you!
Only got 98% on that math test? Aigoo, because you skipped potato!
Car insurance payment too high? You just need more potato on it.
Face too ugly? Credit score sucks? Husband left you? Cancer? POTATO.
So yes, I can't help but hear my mother's voice, telling me in her thick accent to use potato on it, "it" being cancer. But my mother is also that crazy person that thinks if you get cancer or any other disease, it's because you're genetically inferior and deserve to perish. She's so charming. (Maybe she should put some potato on THAT.)
Anyway, that was a weird carbohydrate-rich tangent I went on there (I love me some carbs, especially Potato, Healer of all Ajummahs).
Here's what I wore:
- Coat: Michael by Michael Kors
- Pants: Floral embroidered denim by 7 for all Mankind
- Boots: black moto boots by Hush Puppies
- Shirt: yes
- Potato: no
See you tomorrow!