oops.

So another reason for my silence of late has been due to the fact that my new job happens to be down in Palo Alto,
and I live up in San Francisco,
which means I've got a 1-hour commute on each end.
(Which doesn't leave me with oodles of time to be posting musings on my ho-hum life.)

But yesterday something happened that I felt I had no choice but to come out of my no-posting cocoon and share.

I joined a gym down in PA so that I could beat traffic and drive down in the wee morning hours (read: 5am), work out, and then be into the office by 7:15am.  This plan has been flawless to date and I've loved sipping my coffee (while chatting with my mom), buzzing down an empty freeway as the sun begins to peak its way out behind the hills.

I'm all about easy-to-wear work clothes so most of the time I can just stick my wardrobe in my gym bag the night before and be good to go.  Yesterday, however, I was planning on wearing my favorite new suit dress:

Peplum Dress in Stretch Wool

from jcrew

But because it's best when perfectly pressed, I needed to bring it down on a hanger as opposed to stuffed into a bag.  The night before, I packed my gym bag with all the goods except the dress and left a note on the mirror that read: 

Yesterday morning when I got up, I tip-toed out of the bedroom, hit go on our Nespresso machine, popped on my gym clothes, grabbed my bags and coffee, and headed out of the apartment, all within 5 minutes flat.  I love efficiency.

I drove down to PA, happily chatting with my mom the whole 1-hour way (hands-free of course) and pulled into my parking spot.  As I got out of the car and grabbed my things, I realized I had forgotten something at home:

So what do I do?

Driving back to get it is a solid 2.5+ hour ordeal taking into account the traffic that is rapidly building up by the minute.
It's 6am and therefore no stores are open (and clothing stores won't open shop until at least 10am).
The only clothes I have on my person are my raggedy work-out clothes, a trench coat, and a bra + underwear.
AND I have a 9am meeting.

Unwilling to show up to my meeting naked underneath a trench coat, I resign myself to driving the torturous route back home to secure some proper over-garments.

Five minutes into my journey and it hits me - the answer to ALL prayers:

TARGET opens at 8am!

And they sell clothes!

And those clothes are reasonably priced!

I camped out at a nearby Starbucks to do some work until they opened shop and then stormed in to try anything and everything vaguely work appropriate:

pencil skirt + maroon blouse =

TOO STUFFY.

stretchy grey sweater dress =

TOO CAJ.

black dress with cap sleeves =

JJJJJJUST RIGHT.

I opted for choice #3 (for the bargain price of $27.99), paired it with my Tory Burch wedges (waiting underneath my desk at the office), Kate Spade studs (waiting in my purse), and Anne Fontaine black sweater (waiting in my gym bag), and my office-mates were none the wiser. 

(Or at least they didn't say anything.)

What would you have done?

xoxo

KK