On my run that morning, I was thinking how I deserved (and needed) some new workout gear. I've been tri-training pretty consistently and deserved a treat. On the way in from my run, I check the mail and the new Athleta catalog has arrived. Yes!
Flipping through the pages and I spot the Crackle Chaturanga Tights. They are so frickin' cool and sexy, I can't stand it. No way are they going to look good on me. But I think, "I'm gonna go to the store and just make sure they don't." Me and The Baby D head to Bay Street, those tights, there they are, in the window, so hot. I ask the sales associate where they are in the store, and the only pair left are on the mannequin. She checks the size on the mannequin...And guess what? Yes, kismet! Me and the mannequin = same size. I wore them home and left the mannequin pantsless. (Bonus that Baby D was stroller dancing to the tunes playing in the store while I shopped.)
Girl, the story just gets better because by now, it's late, I'm tired and hungry. Get home and The Big D wants to take me to my favorite sushi place for dinner. Seriously? What a rad day. I throw on my favorite Soft Joie Turtleneck from Piperlime over my new tights and some ballet flats, I'm out the door looking good.
Yes, yes, I do realize the irony in buying workout clothes for inspiration and then wearing them out to dinner. But when this much good fortune comes at you in a day, you don't turn it away.
Ha! They look better on me anyway.
