This morning, when choosing clothes for the day, I decided to go for the chic monochrome outfit thing. But I didn't want to wear blue, because I wore blue yesterday, and how lame is it to wear the same color for two days in a row, so I went with black instead. Then I realized it was freezing cold outside and a thermal layer was needed so the thin black shirt I had been eyeing would not be warm enough.
This lead to the terrifying realization: my best black knit that would be warm enough was already in the laundry, and I would have to go with another black knit: the turtleneck.
The turtleneck! Can you imagine my horror!
Perhaps this needs a little explanation. You see, this was a double turtleneck, or whatever you call those turtlenecks where you turn the collar on top of itself. So that there are two layers of fabric against your neck. What a clear explanation.
Single turtlenecks, those that only have that one layer of fabric going up your neck and don't need to be folded down, look spectacular on me.
Double turtlenecks make people mistake me for a sales assistant.
I'm not kidding; it has happened several times.
It should be mentioned that I don't like to be mistaken for a sales assistant.
But here I am, sitting in a cafe, writing this, wearing the goddamn double turtleneck. I'm warm enough, my outfit is all black and chic, but I'm terrified that history will repeat itself.
Maybe I could take this knit to a tailor. Maybe they could transform it into a single turtleneck.
Or maybe I'll donate this and buy a better knit.
Life is so difficult.
RK
