Whoever said black is the new pink was seriously disturbed...

4:15 a.m. - Wake up after fighting with the covers for what seems like an enternity. I'm hot, tired, and irritated. My dreams are filled with upcoming Hearings and Depositions. I stress constantly. I stress so much that the only time my body falls asleep without nyqyuil or other sleep aids is on the weekend... when it simply cannot keep going anymore. I grab my phone wondering what time it was thinking if it were within an hour of the alarm I'd just get up. 4:15... ugh.. Email? Hmm.. what's the coupon deal for today?! It's Client Co Counsel. SURPRISE!!

12:30 A.M.
TO: Lady.legal.esquire@gmail.com
FROM: ClientCoCounsel@ahhhhh.com
RE: How I could do your job better:

"Lady Hearsay,

Here's the background information you asked for. I know you said not to write my own questions and to give you the background so you could do your job properly, but I've decided to write my own anyways and send you my reasoning for the questions. Happy reading!!"

Seriously?  Ok, I admit. He didn't write it just like this. It was more of a 20 page email with each question and giving the background information along with a 4 page bitch fest. That's simply the gist of it.

I finally fall back asleep even though my anger kept me up for another hour. When I awaken an hour and a half later, I am still fuming with irritation. I grab a black dress with a houndstooth pattern that you can only see if you look close since it's completely black and with black shoes and begin my day.

I hate Mondays.

After I take a hot shower, I decide the only way for me to start off this week on the right foot is to have 3 cups of coffee and put on something Springy!

In lawschool, I spent the first year trying to dress so that I wouldn't be noticed. I didn't want my professors to call on me, and I actually had one professor that absolutely didn't like females. She... yes she... would cover herself from head to toe and dress very similarly to Professor Umbridge from Harry Potter. She would tell us horror stories about women who would go into court wearing suits with knee high boots, and the Judges would kick them out for their "go-go boots." She stressed that we simply wear black, gray, or brown skirt suits with reasonable pumps. I had so much black in my closet you would have thought I was working at Paul Mitchell.

Then, I lost weight. I stopped caring about what a lawyer is supposed to wear or how they're supposed to act. I gained confidence in my studies. I had passed the first year!!! That's the hardest year in case you're wondering. I wasn't going to be some stuffy lemming that lacked originality and style. After I dropped the weight, I refused to wear black unless paired with brightly colored heels or cardigan (usually a bright shade of pink).

I put back the houndstooth dress which is absolutely adorable but looks too much like my mood. Instead I opt for a bright pink dress, flowery heels, and beige cardigan that has a bird and hearts stitched on the left right over my heart. That's better.

In case you're wondering, the only people who have to wear suits and boring heels are the stuffy lawyers in the huge firms. They're the ones who work 90 hours a week in the office. They drive the nice cars, but no one gets to see them drive them because they are working crazy hours and rarely on the road when everyone else is driving home or to work. They trade a big salary for boring clothes and boring lives.

My fashion is based off the fact that I have a life and though I take my work home with me... I don't live at work. I look more like a walking Lily Pulitzer advertisement except that I'm purchasing most of my clothes at Target right now due to the fact I have the Sallie Mae loan dragons to fight every month. To be completely honest, if I had to buy Target clothes for the rest of my life, I'd be completely happy. I heart Target.

That being said,  whoever said black is the new pink was seriously disturbed...