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The Scene

This morning my hair dryer started sparking! It was like Fourth of July in December. Could have caught my fro on fire - Michael Jackson style. F.

Then our home computer wouldn't start. Well except for a blue screen - the dreaded blue screen of DEATH. FFFFFFFFFF!

At work, well, everyone was insane. Or more insane than usual, I should say. Huge deadline tomorrow.

But despite all this I was calm today. Eeriely so. Determined to be positive for my mom. Left the office at 2 pm to accompany her to the MRI. For two hours, we joked and chatted and avoided discussing what would happen if the tumor is growing. No need to get ahead of ourselves, right?

Ultimatley, this proved to be right strategy. After the beautiful assistant doctor / Superman examined my mom (she was giddy!), the doctor came in grinning. I realized I'd been holding my breath and exhaled. He told us the tumor has not grown since August. My mom closed her eyes and smiled, relieved.

He cautioned that chances are high that at some point growth will be detected and the tumor will cause problems. But my mom confidently stated she is not interested in surgery now. She'd like to keep doing the conservative, watchful waiting approach. That means another MRI in 3 months. Then every 6 months if there is no sign of growth. Funny to think of our lives now being broken into 3 to 6 month increments...

Headed back to work on top of the world and stayed until about 10:30 pm. Ughs. But thank god work was my biggest complaint today. Thank you for all the emails and well wishes today. Was one of the reasons I was able to face everything with serenity. Kiss.


The Outfit

Old Navy sweater

Nanette Lepore jacket

Robert Rodriguez pants

The Accessories

Chanel bag and earrings

Fashion District scarf

Sam Edelman booties

The Grade

B

The Commentary

Kept things simple to meet with the doctor today. Pants, jacket, black and white, profesional, easy. And still, women couldn't stop staring, zeroing in on my cropped pants. Disgusted at the sliver of skin between the bootie and my pant hem. Shocked that I clearly don't understand proportion and appropriate pant length. Ugh.

It's hard being fashion forward in a fashion illiterate world.

Can you imagine the stares I'd have gotten if the pants were high waisted AND cropped?

Or bouchy at the ankle?

Or what if I donned Fashion Toast's booties (also Sam Edelman, natch!) with my cropped pants? I'd be hunted with pitchforks.

I fear today was the last straw. I am moving to Europe. Yes, I'll be the worst dressed person on the continent but at least no one will stare snarkily in ignorance.