bookmark_borderfashion woes x 3

One of the reasons I really like where I work is the fact that I don’t have to dress in high business attire on a regular basis. I can wear (nice) jeans if I feel like it but I do like to dress up the rest of my outfit. But months can go by without catching me in a suit. When I do turn up in more conservative garb, people tend to joke that I must have an interview.

Sometimes I do have to dress up (for meetings and events) and this never used to be a problem. I always had about four suits in rotation. I used to work in a place where business attire was pretty much mandatory so I always owned the requisites. But in the last year or so I’ve lost a bit of weight and my suits don’t fit. (I know, I know, this is not a terrible problem to have). I did buy a new summer suit last spring for a few events but I didn’t buy any this fall for the colder weather. And I was getting away with it — until today.

This week I have to dress up three times in a row. Today I wore a nice blazer and slacks but now I’m out of ideas. I have other jackets but don’t have the right dress pants to go with them — I wear them with jeans!

After I finish typing this I’m going back into my wardrobe to investigate options. I do have some herringbone pants that might look pretty good….

  • Note to self: Think about a little shopping after work tomorrow.

bookmark_border“Well, look at her, missy”

Yesterday as I was exiting the subway a woman sitting by the doors gave me a dirty look. I didn’t imagine it — it was unmistakable. With her eyes and expression she said “well, look at her, missy.”

She was a regular looking business woman. Older, probably in her 40s … ha ha, see I’m kidding. That’s not older on my calendar but I felt like a teen being appraised by a schoolteacher who doesn’t get out much.

So as I walked down the platform after exiting the car I was filled with a strange sense of bewilderment. What was I wearing yesterday to provoke such a look? For the record, nice new jeans and a pair of brown leather boots that look a bit like this…but are a bit more shiny and pointy.

Also a short leather jacket and a big fuzzy orange scarf. Oh, I also had on my orange and beige plaid newsboy hat.

Nothing outrageous — in fact, I think I looked terrific yesterday. So what was that bitch in pantyhose and running shoes doing giving me the evil eye?

By the time I was out of the station and walking home I was feeling a bit better. I was more confused than angry at this point.

Sure, everyone looks at people. The highlight of my morning is looking at the other people at my streetcar stop. I live near a college so there are always a lot of young adults in jeans threatening to either fall off or get consumed by their asses.

There also a business guy who wears his pant too short almost every day (I feel like slipping him an anonymous note advising that men’s pants should break at the shoe).

But the thing is, I don’t look at them with a sour expression. I’m subtle.

Maybe the sour subway woman was not looking at my clothes.

Maybe we went to high school together and she was so jealous to see me in jeans on a workday (not to mention looking years younger than her) while she had to wear an uncomfortable (and unstylish I might add) suit.

Maybe she was just bitter to see someone so happy and carefree in a jaunty scarf and hat she could never pull off.

Maybe I pissed her off years ago at a summer job and she was surprised to see me again (looking, again, years younger).

Or maybe she wasn’t looking at me.

She was though! She really was.