The Commuter's Uniform- Rain Edition

Many of you know that I hoof it on foot to work every day.
My "dream" when we moved was to be able to walk to and from the train each day because my road rage is out of control and I just know one day I am going to mow over a minivan with those stupid fucking stick figure families on the back.

I already have to walk 15 minutes from the train to the office, so what's another five to get from my doorstep to the train? It's all about priorities.

Anyways, I have been fine tuning my "uniform" as I like to call it, for approximately 11 years.
That's how long I have been traveling via train, whether it was for school or work.

If you need a refresher of how to properly dress for the winter season, you can take a walk down memory lane HERE.

But now it's shitty gray rain season. It means I get to strip off the sleeping bag and slip on some clunky rain boots.  Never mind how blurry this pic is; my phone camera is not for taking pictures, clearly.

What you see here is the best of the best.
This fine lady might be confused with the average traveling gypsy or hobo, but to the unwashed Chicago masses trolling to work each day, I am among friends.

There are 6 main points to The Uniform:

1) The Jacket- I purchased this one from Zappos. The brand is Ariat. It is actually fantastic. Fully lined and insulated for windy Chicago weather, but cute enough to not be mistaken for a teenage boy. Top that off with a bulky scarf because maybe the collar stands up too tall and you don't want another chin pimple.

2) Pants- If wearing pants (which, as you know, I despise), then they must be of the skinny variety. You would be a fool to wear your wide leg or boot cut pants in the rain, unless you dig the added weight and ombre effect that occurs after you have stumbled into another massive, Chicago pothole, filled to the brim with rain water.

3) Rain Boots- I apparently have wide calves. Those fun little Hunter rain boots won't cut it. They are too tall and cut off the circulation to my shins and feet. These massive boots are a size too big and filled with cheap insoles, but they fucking work. They fit skinny jeans and socks and don't rub my heels. I also purchased them at Zappos but after looking online, they don't make them anymore. Lord help me when they finally break.

4) Strap on Baggage- I wear ALL MY BAGS. None of that fancy forearm-bag holding for me. That is far too premadonna and I don't have time for that shit. I need my hands for other garbage. My cross-body purse holds all the essentials, and the second, larger bag holds my lunch, cute shoes, Kindle, and sunglasses.

5) Massively oversized Umbrella- Throughout the years I have dabbled in the pint-sized umbrellas you see at your local CVS. They all fit nicely in your purse and come with a nice little plastic cover to keep the water off your shit after use. The problem with these umbrellas is they are shit. They stand no chance in any sort of daily windstorm that Chicago has to offer. Enter my massive pink golf umbrella from Target. I have had this dumb one for over two years and not once has it turned inside out and ended up in a garbage can. Yes, it is cumbersome and clunky, but it works damnit.

6) Not pictured is my tumbler of coffee. A must for all weather but mostly as a hand warmer.

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I am also joining a link-up party (regardless of how lame some of you think they are) because I have had it with this week and guess I thought it was fitting. This one is from Alicia @ Brew Mama and Michele from Crystal Michele's Mess.

Sorry not sorry..... but,When I was a teen my mother had no idea that: I smoked pot. I learned my lesson though, and moved onto crack. 

KIDDING! Crack is whack!

Sorry not sorry..... but, My best friend once: took a random person's photo of his kids from his hand and tore it to pieces. We were in a club, and I think she thought she was being hit on . It was weird and we had to book it...stat.

Sorry not sorry..... but,I once had this boyfriend that:  had a record. And then I married him. Mind. Blown.

Sorry not sorry..... but,If I had to name my last relationship after a movie I have seen it would for sure be: The Matrix. It's like I couldn't figure out if my world was real or not. Turns out it wasn't.

Sorry not sorry..... but,After a long hard day the first thing I think about doing is: Take off my pants! Hello! What's in a blog name, amiright? 

Sorry not sorry..... but, They just opened a new can of crazy when I saw them: These two:

oh wait, that's me and my husband!

Sorry not sorry..... but, I secretly love: farting in public and getting away with it.

Sorry not sorry..... but,Yesterday I : drank too much tequila and dragged ass at work today.

Sorry not sorry..... but, Every time I see this picture I seriously can not help but bust out laughing.( insert picture)  

Sorry not sorry..... but, At the gym I sometimes: well, I don't go to the gym anymore, but I never wiped down any machines when I went. You're welcome.

Sorry not sorry..... but, On my playlist I sometimes jam to: Justin Bieber. I KNOW.

Sorry not sorry..... but, Sometimes I pretend that: I don't see people so I don't have to talk to them.

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