The outfit I’d planned to wear looked like the fashion version of a hotdish: Messy and hastily thrown-together. But by the time I’d figured that out, I was already running 10 minutes late. And so we have this: Black, black, blackness with a touch of neon. I wanted to wear my bright orange obi to break up the darkness, but the proportions were all wrong. Yes, it was a frustrating morning.
Plus it was snowing. Grrrr.