Monday, November 15, 2010
One of the unexpected weird things about my new job is that I have to dress each day like somebody who knows how to dress nicely. Not that I think I ever dressed like a dirty
slob hippie before, (I mean, I wore clean clothes without holes) but, I never really put any thought into wardrobe planning, either. I have a decent collection of business casual, due to planning ahead for this day while yardsaling and visiting the goodwill bins and chiding various department stores for not stocking anything smaller than a frikkin 4 petite--but I really am clueless as to what to do with it. I feel vaguely fake and vaguley aloof wearing this stuff, and the problem with nice clothes is that it's not always pratical to do much in them, becasue they're nice and you don't want to mess them up. They're just not me, but maybe the problem is that I still don't really feel like the business world is me.