I worked for a corporate real estate firm that was formal business dress to the point that women could not wear pants. PANTS. I had to wear a skirt suit or skirt and blouse every day. Yes, hose were required as were pumps. No flats. I worked there for 1 year.

Then, I ended up at a marketing firm where the dress was casual. Not business casual, casual casual. I work jeans and t-shirts most days. Capris in the summer. Bermuda shorts were okay,flip flops fine, etc. The only time we had to dress up (all the way to business casual) was if there were clients in the office. We'd get voice mail messages telling us to dress up the next day. I worked there 11 years.

I've never met Carrot Top, let alone seen him in person. I know NOTHING ABOUT HIM.

I don't know what to say definitively about dress codes. I think women without boobs (like me) can get away with a lot of tops. You need stockings for a meeting with a client or court appearance or depo or whatever here, but not in Phoenix. I work with a lot of guys who can use the guidance of a dress code, and the younger just-out-of-college women I work with are often dressed in a way I think could be improved. I do know that it affects our bottom line because a lot of our business is sort of mystical and clients take reassurance from the way we dress.

To the best of my knowlege, there is no dress code here.

Some days, this is painfully and horribly apparent. shudders

Most people are way more to the casual side of things. I'm probably business casual to the rest of the world. There's a handful of folk who dress really, really well. Fashion-plate well. But only a handful. The guy at the top mostly wears hawaiian shirts.

I work with a lot of guys who can use the guidance of a dress code,

Heh.

Oh. my. God. pull. your. pants. up.

I never say it, but I think it. With a suit? You don't bind the trousers below your hip bones with a belt. Really. Please.

My clothing today is the result of forgetting to set the alarm and getting dressed in 5 minutes while suffering from mind numbing cramps.

Stappy black heels, no hose, floaty black skirt and a red sweater. Sweater. What the heck?

Carrot Top in manpris. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Sometimes I think manpris are cute. THERE I SAID IT.

I vote this as the most unfortunate back-to-back posting I've seen in a while.

Passed by this burning auto dealership on my way to and from lunch today.

I used to wear T-shirts and jeans, and switched to rayon button downshort-sleeve shirts when I discovered they were more comfortable. (Looking slightly more professional is completely incidental.) I don't think I'd take a job that requires suit and tie, though I suppose going to business casual would mainly involve buying a few more pairs of khakis.

The shorts-wearing woman has also shown up wearing a jacket with no blouse underneath--I can verify this because it was definitely bra lace peeking through her clumsily pinned outerwear.

Oy. I do hope I keep my underwear hidden.

I won't get to go hide during lunch today. Am sad.

I'm wearing a bright blue American Apparel tee (of the thicker cotton variety, some of their shirts are too thin) and denim just above the knee skirt and black wedge sandals. Bare legs. Because it is Baltimore in August and I am not an idiot. Another important element of my outfit--necklace with tiny blue and green beads and a little clear um..plastic? encased bright blue flower.

I really don't know what I'd do if I couldn't wear tee-shirts in the summer!

Crocs: cute & practical or shoes of the devil?

I just got Owen a pair and he's decorating them with Jibbitz.

DH came home from work early so I have a choice: futz around on the internet or go to the gym and work out/swim?