This past weekend, I accidentally dressed like a minion to work. (H&M represent)
Really, I had no idea about it until three seconds before I walked out the door. Then, I just so happened to catch a glimpse of my clothes in the mirror. The first thing I thought of when I saw them:
Well, despite my realization, I still thought I looked pretty darn cute, so I decided to just rock it and see what happened.
Actually, that’s a lie. I didn’t just decide to rock it. I decided to 100 perfect, full-on embrace it, minion socks and all:
Yup. That’s right. Add to the madness.
PS – Thank you, Jay, for them. You’re my hero ❤
Well, I spent the whole night waiting for all the minion-related remarks to roll in (especially from my coworkers) so I could rip off my boots, show them my socks, and be like, yeah. Yeah I am dressed like a minion. What’s it to ya?
No one, however, said anything at all, so I didn’t have to break out the semi-joking sass. I guess I wasn’t as minion-y as I thought, or else I would have heard something. Or people are just really freaking oblivious. But either way, I was still able to get away with dressing like a minion in public, which is absolutely fantastic, if you ask me.
And that is all. Writing this post was a struggle, and I don’t know why.
Until next time ❤