I wish I didn't do it.
I wish I could say that when I went to work, I dressed completely as I pleased.
True - "as I pleased" might mean "please leave", or at the very best a nice bit of intra-office shunning. But at least I'd sleep easy knowing that my outcast state was a direct result of my steadfast conviction to my truest of selves.
Then again, I'm not quite sure why that would make me sleep easy.
Anyhoo, I wish I didn't do it - but I do.
I tame myself down. And even though I'm perfectly aware that in the quotidian sea of navy, black and denim, my little get-ups seem anything but tame, if they only knew what I really wished I could be wearing, they'd be even less inclined to accept my strange aesthetic.
Well, folks! You're in luck! Because today is the day that I display my inner most wardrobe wishes.
Ta da! From Work to Weird.
I've been wanting to do red & maroon (/merlot/burgundy/oxblood) for a while now, but the leaves changing colors and the epically surreal sunsets of late finally propelled me into real action.
To work: a mildly appropriate ensemble consisting of pieces unsuited for Capitol Hill but fairly fitting for a Midwestern place of employment.
To weird: a not-at-all appropriate ensemble, unquestionably unsuited for offices the world over.
Also Known As: Perfect.
Chip chip cheerio
ok. Bye fer realz now.