I don’t think of myself as a particularly somber dresser and yet here I am in a black dress with a brown cardigan, grayish-brown belt (let’s agree to call it “deer mouse”!), and dark brown shoes. Working in the ol’ salt mines is serious business, and we don’t need any jewelry or cheerful colors to distract us. This paperwork isn’t going to complete itself.
Dress: $1 Goodwill, refashioned
“What a nice dress,” my boss said as I used the copier next to her cubicle. “It’s very pretty.”
“Thank you,” I replied. “It’s new.”
During a very productive Tuesday evening I completed a few sewing projects, including this dress refashion. It started out as tent of a garment and while I knew I liked the sleek polyester material and adult palette, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with it. I was surprised to end up with a dress that is appropriate for the office after making simple changes, resizing it without changing any of its structural essence. I haven’t even had to hem anything yet because the polyester doesn’t seem inclined to fray.
- Removed shoulder pads
- Took in sides
- Chopped the skirt
- Cut sleeves
Giant floral print dresses are a common item at the local Goodwills, particularly polyester ones with buttons down the front. This is my 5th floral dress and still I said, “Yes, I will pay one dollar U.S. American for this, and a good day to you ma’am. I said good day!”
I’ll be wearing a dress to work every day this week except Friday, when I’ll wear jeans. I wear dresses, I go running (or did until it became Summer and Way Too Hot until at least the end of September), and I eat and enjoy pizza (four times this month!). I don’t even know who I am anymore.
I don’t remember anything about this day. I’m not even sure it was Thursday. Wait, I do remember something. I accidentally put the dress on backwards at first. It has a drapey cowl-neck front (note: drapey>droopy) and the high back was uncomfortably pulling at my throat until I figured it out.
I don’t often wear these red heels, and when I do I feel confident and sharp and sexy. It’s time for new no-slip heel liners, though, the current ones are starting to come off, which feels neither powerful nor confident.
These new pants made it through another work day and have earned their keep. Sitting cross-legged (Indian-style) in my office chair is the best. I don’t see any wrinkles across the hip line when I’m standing in front of a mirror or walking by the reflective tinted windows of our office building (yes, I’m a parakeet and examine myself in many reflective surfaces), and yet there those creases are in the photo. I’ve got my eye on you, groin area of the trousers, you’ve been put on notice…
What I Wore to Work Today: Mon, July 11, 2011
Tank top: Old Navy
Skirt: Goodwill, refashioned
Hey you know what never gets old? Me talking about my weight. So let’s have at it! I seem to have stabilized the steady increase and have even dropped a few pounds, and at my current rate I’ll be back to my preferred figure by, oh, let’s say Thanksgiving. At least it’s not marching inexorably skyward, leaving my existing wardrobe behind.
Anyway, I found that a few pounds down was enough to make this skirt comfortable again. Which is particularly great because I need another skirt in rotation now that I’ve realized my knee-length green skirt is not in fact always in the laundry or mending pile. Last seen in early May, it is missing in action, away without leave, and hopefully not FUBAR wherever it is. Come back to me, knee-length green skirt, come back to me…
Usually my favorite part of casual Friday dress is getting to wear socks and sneakers. Last Friday I pulled on my usual pair of office jeans with a little more struggle than expected, zipped them up, saw a piece of lint on the floor, bent over to pick it up, and said, “Oh good god I’m too fat for these pants”. I had just washed them and they needed a thorough stretching before wearing them to work. Oh, so very tight. How come they weren’t that tight two months ago when I was at my max weight, before I had begun the slow descent, hopefully back to the levels of last summer where I felt comfortable and healthy and lithe?
So instead I wore longer, looser jeans with some stretch that require a heel to avoid dragging on the ground.
Speaking of socks and sneakers. You guys, let’s say you’re barefoot and about to put on your running shoes to head outside. What order do you do it in? Imagine yourself going through the process and mentally note the order.
Here’s what I do: left sock, left shoe, right sock, right shoe. I didn’t think anything of it until somebody was watching me and said, “Dude, that’s weird. Normal people do sock-sock-shoe-shoe, so that you’re never wearing a shoe on one foot and nothing on the other. What you just did there isn’t normal.” Is that true? How do you put on your socks and shoes? I see the rationale behind doing it their way, and yet when I’m already busy with my left foot, why would I stop and move to put a sock on the right foot when I’m just going to have to come back to the left?
I don’t always start with the left. If the right shoe is closer I’ll do that first, although if they’re equidistant it’s the left, probably because I read left-to-right.
Right on target? See what I did there? Everything I’m wearing is from Target, even my underwear. It’s trenchant observations like these that keep you coming back for more.
My pool towel hook on the balcony is getting some use! Look at that behind me there, that’s a towel, drying on a hook! High fives all around!
Except I have to wash the towel before using it again, thanks to the massive dust storm that came though on Tuesday night. “Ew, there’s dust in my mouth! My mouth tastes like dust! I’m inside my own home and there’s dust in my mouth, how is that happening, I’m inside!” I said.
Two days later you can see where my neighbors have been walking to their door through the layer of dust and dirt that was deposited on our 2nd floor landing.