Fashionistas, welcome to another edition of “New Year Styled” with my comadres at The Blended Blog. My friends and fellow TBB-ers, Whitney from Whitney à la Mode and Carrie from A Stylish Fit, are also host(ess)ing another round of their Create28 Challenge…”Create28Winter17″. So I am linking up both places with today’s post.
Bat-Woman is Born
In October, I ordered a poncho from Kohl’s online. Then my mom was hospitalized and I forgot all about the order. It arrived while I was in Kentucky. When I got home, I really wasn’t feeling like trying to be fashionable. Didn’t even open the package for weeks.
But finally, in desperation for something new to wear, I opened the package and put on my poncho. And I turned into bat-woman.
Bat-Woman Goes to Work and Gets Punchy
I headed to work feeling pretty spiffy. But that was a short-lived sensation. The “arms” of my poncho, which was actually arm-less, morphed into bat wings. Bat wings that dragged along beside me and knocked everything off of every flat surface I walked by. In my wake, books flew off the library shelves, papers and worksheets slid from the counters to the floor. Even got my wings caught on my rolling chair and dragged it along with me every time I walked past it. Thwacked my prekinder babies right out of their seats.
When I was a sophomore in college, I transferred from a small private college in my hometown of Memphis to the huge University of Tennessee in Knoxville. My first dorm roommate Ann was pretty much my total opposite. But after a year of living together, we overlooked our differences and built a friendship. We shared lots of sub sandwiches, pizza and late-night laughs. When we would get to the point that we were laughing so hard we couldn’t catch our breath, when everything was funny, Ann would say we were punchy.
My bat wings made me punchy that day. Went home with sore sides from giggling so much at my fashion faux pas.
Binding Up My Wings
It was awhile before I wore my poncho again. I had to figure out some way to bind my wings. (As I am typing this, it just occurred to me I could have added a belt around the waist. That would have created arm holes and would have gathered up some of the extra fabric of my wings. But I didn’t think of that until right this minute.)
What I did instead was add a brooch, which I have been spelling broach until tonight. This evening has been full of revelations, huh?
I had a felt flower in colors similar to those in my poncho so I added a large safety pin to the back and used it to fasten my poncho closed.
Worked like a charm to help keep my wings under control. But looks a little like an eye. In fact, like the evil eye worn in some cultures to ward off evil spirits (and bat wings).
Along with my evil eye pin, I am wearing my Kohl’s poncho, Loft Outlet skinny jeans, Loft Outlet long-sleeved mustard tee and Frye boots.
So, I wore my poncho to school again today. Brooch in place to tame my wings. I felt put-together and in control over my own clothes. That’s a good feeling.
Until I went to the bathroom. My wings were non-issue. But now I have a tail. One that I had to gather up very carefully to keep it out of the toilet. Had a close call before I realized this.
Took this picture from the upstairs faculty bathroom at Logan Elementary before I sat down on the potty and my poncho almost went swimming.
I picked up my new glasses today. I have had trifocals for some time but really don’t need them (I know, that’s what they all say). Well, let me rephrase that. Apparently my vision is better with them but I really only need to wear glasses when I drive.
And maybe when wearing my poncho and going to the bathroom. Just call me five eyes.
New Year Styled and Create28Winter17
Would like to invite you to join the gals at The Blended Blog all month for “New Year Styled”.
And join Carrie and Whitney for Create28Winter17. Here are the prompts they will be styling.
Finally, here are a few ponchos I found for your shopping consideration.
Keep your wings bound and your tails tucked, girls. And come back to see me again, soon!
Hugs and kisses,