First Impressions

You would think my first day of orientation would be looming with revelations and inspirations about the new district I am now apart. But, as I left the building, my mind was fixed on the same thought I had started the day with; high waters. Yes – the stylish gray dress pants flowed nicely with the classy embroidered white blouse. The ensemble would have manifested many good first impressions had it not been for . . . the dreaded, high waters. This fashion faux pas has plagued me ever since I was old enough to care. I've learned a few little tricks to downplay the hideous truth presented by high waters. But today, the wimpy black trouser socks only accented the whites of my ankles. Even the ultra cool Hush Puppies weren't going to save me from a possible citation from the district fashion police. Those darn socks just refused to stay up. Now, it is quite possible that the mental image I had created in my mind was more hideous than the actual sight. But, I knew as I walked out the door with those stupid black socks gathering below my heel, there was no hope. I had once again fallen victim to one of the greatest assassins of my positive self-esteem, high waters. High Waters: Wouldn't it be a great name for a tall gal fashion line?