Last week, I kinda went on an unintentional theme in my dressing. I say unintentional because unlike sixth grade when I would plan out an entire week of different smiley-faced outfits (I’m still quite proud of myself for that), this theme just evolved.
It started on Monday, when I went in to work dressed as Robin Hood. I work in a casual environment, but costumes are generally discouraged. However, when you are late every day, sometimes you look in the mirror, say, “I look like a fairy tale character”, and decide to go with it anyway. In this case, I started with the boots which are over-the-knee, but once I added the skirt, I realized they were too tall for the length of the skirt, so I folded them over. And became a Merry Man.
The next day, I switched things up completely (sometimes I feel a little schizophrenic in my dressing, but that’s a topic for another day), and went with the very professional all black dress and pumps, adding a touch of color in my shoes and scarf. My friend said I looked like I should be on Wall Street (which is why I left my glasses on for this picture – I thought it added to the pretense). I laughed at the absurdity of dressing like Robin Hood one day and Wall Street the next, to which my friend said, “Well, Hollywood to New York…where will you go to next?”
Never one to disappoint, I showed up on Wednesday ready for the streets of Paris. In theory, anyway. When I think of Parisian fashion, I think slim-fitting, minimalist, and monochromatic, like Audrey Hepburn in Funny Face or almost every fashion designer, ever. So, I tried my best, but other than the beret, I honestly don’t like very much about this outfit. Maybe if my jeans weren’t so faded (who knew that my dark wash were no longer actually dark), I’d be a little happier.
Oh well. C’est la vie.