Well, there was a wicked scene at Dillard's today. I had simply had it with my clothes. I've always had a certain sense of style and lately I've let it go. And that's not working for me at all.
So today after I rode like 25 miles, I grabbed the Dillard's card, took a deep breath and plunged into the men's department.
I now have an entirely new wardrobe for work and I'm oh so happy. If I get real brave next month I'll go for the casual stuff that needs replacing as well.
I'm just tired of this casual thing at work, it's boring, it's NOT professional, and mostly one never gets to show off that way.
Actually I was looking at something online yesterday about the 50 most stylist men of the last 50 years and remembered that I aspired to that once. Before I bought five pairs of black jeans and five shirts of the same cut and fabric but different colors and a pair of black rockports and made it my work uniform.
I DON'T WEAR A UNIFORM!
I have a professional job, and god knows I send the federal government enough money every month to prove I'm educated enough to have a professional job. So there.
Monday I'm off so I'm getting a haircut, and maybe a manicure, and then I'm going to work on Tuesday looking GOOD.
And the retail therapy didn't suck either.
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