The other day I went to spin class and realized I had forgotten my spin shoes. And so I rented a pair from the spin club. But then realized, after class, that if I didn’t want to change back into my work clothes — which I didn’t because I was going home and I was hot and sweaty and the idea of pulling a snug pair of charcoal-grey pants back on just seemed too much bother — I would have to wear my patent leather, very high grey platforms onto public transit while wearing my cropped spin shorts.

I am old, and I had a jaunty cap. So I thought: “Fuck it. I’ll look stupid but I don’t care. I’ll pull my cap down and hope I don’t run into anyone I know.”

So here’s the outfit: Sexy platform wedgies with a little bow on the toe, tight black spandex workout shorts with a hot-pink stripe that came to the knee, green trench coat that came to mid-thigh; grey-red-and-black tweed cap. In other words, a ridiculously stupid outfit. (more…)