Cozy in Cashmere

If you were to ask me what I am afraid of only two things would come to mind: the first would be spiders. Show me a spider and I’m sure to jump out my second story window into my nonexistent pool and fall to the ground like a scene from a James Bond film (just a little less coordinated). The second, I’m afraid, is uncommon and probably the greatest of my two fears—I have the unconventional fear of blank pages. I am apprehensive toward the idea of blank pages and not knowing what to write. In other words I have severe distress over the thought of being given a test or in-class essay and totally blanking all the information I prepared.

Readers, I can assure you my fear of “blank pages” haunted me all week. I wrote my first blog post last Saturday (a week ago) and today I am writing my second, however all week I was constantly contemplating on what my second post should be about. I knew I wanted to write about Cashmere (since it’s a must-have for winter); I had some amateur ideas at the beginning of the week but by the middle to end of the week I finally stumbled upon (literally stumbled) some inspiration for “Cozy in Cashmere”.

My week started with a series of mishaps, or missteps.

MISHAP 1: Monday; took Buck for a walk, yet somehow I ended up being taken for the walk. I thought it was going well until Buck, my dog who is literally the size of a mini elephant, saw another dog and sprinted to say hi. The mishap happened when I didn’t let go of the leash; I was then dragged across two driveways. I now have two gouges on both elbows thanks to Buck.

MISHAP 2: Tuesday; normal day at school when one of my classes got out early. I was carrying a lot of things, when I abruptly tripped and ate dust in my favorite, neutral colored, corked Sam Edelman wedge heels! Usually, I am pretty good at walking in heels (or at least I think so), there are only a numbered of times of me falling. I casually looked to see if anyone saw which, thankfully no one did. That night you bet your bottom dollar I googled “how to walk in heels”. You can probably guess the mishap or misstep, here.

MISHAP 3 & 4: Wednesday; went to the gym. I worked out on the treadmill for a solid 5 mile run, then got on the elliptical. My work out session was already really er… interesting for the lack of a better word. I forgot to pack an acceptable “work out” shirt. I ran five miles in a designer cashmere sweater. I might as well have taken a sauna… I DO NOT recommend working out in cashmere, it put a whole new meaning to the phrase “Cozy in Cashmere.” That was not the only mishap at the gym though. I was working out at high intensity on the elliptical when I missed a step and completely fell off the machine and belly flopped on the floor. The guy next to me stopped and said, “Oh my gosh, are you okay?” I got up, totally embarrassed.

Between you and me, this guy was really good looking. I just brushed myself off trying* (key word= trying) to be casual and said, “Must be the faulty machines.” I quickly moved to the stair-stepper hoping for a better outcome. I’m adding “forgetting gym shirt” to my list of fears, by the way.

I can admit I laughed at myself for being so uncoordinated. Mom, if you are reading this, I want to assure you that you didn’t raise a completely inelegant dork.

So lovelies, this was my outfit that I ended up working out in. I styled a cream, chino pant with the “Cozy in Cashmere” Escada sweater. I wore it with my Sam Edelman camel booties and accessorized with my moms resurrected 90’s Escada Satchel. Enjoy.