From Work to Weird.

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

PSYCH

ok. Bye fer realz now.