I should probably be embarrassed that my shirt is wrinkled (sorry Mom!) and my hair is a mess.
But I’m not. This is my blog and I choose to show the real me and sometimes, this is the real me. We all have those days that we need to throw our unwashed hair up and grab the nearest clean, albeit wrinkely, shirt.
Do you want to know what is actually embarrassing?
Being caught singing, nay, sanging, in the car on the way to work this morning. Not once, but twice, on my short fifteen minute drive. Did you know that you cannot sound good unless your face matches the pain felt in the lyrics? It’s true.
I don’t embarrass easily, but when I am belting it out while simultaneously trying to get the stray eye crustys out, I might have felt a little embarrassment. Enough to stop and pretend I was coughing instead. Because hacking up a lung while trying not to poke my eye out as I drive is better than enjoying a song and singing while trying not to poke my eye out as I drive.
The second time? I just went with it.
Do you embarrass easily?
Once I received a text from my best friend while I was driving; “What are you listening to?” She drove past me on the free way while I was in the middle of belting out, you guessed it, the Backstreet Boys.
So if you ever pass me while driving, I am not coughing, having a seizure, or talking into a blue tooth. Just pretending that I am in a music video.
Why do my boots look so dirty?
I suppose it matched my thrown together look that day.
Oh look, I do know how to smile!
Stalker alert! I got caught reading cookbooks.
All photos credit of Ugly Mug Photography
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