If you open my closet, there are two sections. The "Joe Friday" section with dark blue suits and white shirts, black pants and turtlenecks. The other section, clothes in my favorite color, camoflauge. Plus in the hall closet there are tactical vests and gear to cover up the bright red hair so I don't give away position. And one little black dress.
I tend to shop quickly, seeing something that fits and is on sale and buying six of them. That ought to keep me out of a clothing store for a year, right?
But I have an invite to an afternoon Spring celebration of sorts in a few weeks and nothing I have is appropriate to be on someone's arm with, unless we are heavily armed. So I had to put on my big girl pants and go to a woman's clothing store, where I'm about as comfortable as a chicken at a wolverine convention.
But I came away with actual girl clothes (don't faint)
Including, as close as I could get to tactical undergarments, the 007 knickers.
I think I'm prepared, though I'm not sure where THIS is going to go.
And please don't tell my knee about the shoes.