I have to wear clothes for work.
Unless I am working at home. Then I can work naked.
I love my company.
I have the classic white shirts. They're required when tarting up as a schoolgirl for going to shows.
The rest? Eh. Not really.
'Bushwhacked'
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I have to wear clothes for work.
Unless I am working at home. Then I can work naked.
I love my company.
I have the classic white shirts. They're required when tarting up as a schoolgirl for going to shows.
The rest? Eh. Not really.
I am wearing my soon-as-I-am-in-for-the-night uniform. Pajama pants and a soft cotton t. And, most relaxicating for me, NO BRA. I get cranky on those nights we are going out and I have to keep the proper underpinnings on.
And, most relaxicating for me, NO BRA. I get cranky on those nights we are going out and I have to keep the proper underpinnings on.
Tell me about it. I need to wear a bra for both aesthetics and physical reasons. But I'm so glad to dispense with the things.
I am so very glad Big Boss crashed our potluck lunch today, as she gave everyone blanket encouragement to wear tennis shoes to the NAEYC conference in a couple of months despite the business casual dress code. I'd intended to anyway, since my dress shoes drew blood when I wore them to IRA last year, but it's good to have official approval.
I would love to have that surgery (once affordable and well-proven) where you get an internal bra. That'd rock. Most of mine are comfortable enough that I don't dislike wearing them, but it's not a 24/7 thing.
My at-home uniform is determined as much by "will I mess this up?" and "can I wear this again?" as it is by "ow. no fun."
Just found Theresa Weiler on Facebook, and for those of you who go back that far (bon and shrift especially), she's a mother of two and seems very cheery. I have a polaroid of the four of us on my fridge still.
I just realised how late it is. Acupuncturist never called back. That makes tomorrow a little more complicated.
That's fab about Theresa. I hope she's learnt to drive in the meantime!
I always think of her "coloratura BITCH!" bit.
Basic Black Dress-- One I can wear to work fall/winter, one ultra low cocktail
Trenchcoat--ratty old one with falling hem and ring around the collar I got from my great-aunt who's been dead 13 years. Yeah, I've been looking at new ones.
Classic Dress Pants--Wore today. Sturdy black silk, full leg, perfect length, wide elastic waist from Nordstrom. Rich lady garage sale. Look amazing on.
Blazer--One, brown velvet.
Skirt--Tons. All lengths, many colors and patterns.
Classic White Shirt--None.
Day Dress--The black dress for work
Jeans--Three. One with hole in ass. One new and cute. One chopped off to make capris.
Sweatsuit alternative--Yeah
Cashmere sweater--One, black, with a hole in it. Sigh.
MY top ten must haves?
1. Black tights.
2. Patterned black tights (which includes fishnets)
3. Colored tights (which includes nude fishnets)
4. 3/4 sleeve v-neck knit shirts
5. Push-up bra
6. Full coverage lightly lined bra
7. A-line skirt, sits below waist
8. 2 1/2 inch heel black Mary Janes
9. Seamless micrfiber underwear
10. Exfoliator.
Timelies all!
Not going to tackle that list of "essential" clothes. For one thing, I don't work in an office and I never have, so that kind of work clothing is not in my wardrobe...
Dude, that name rings a bell. Not sure if I was in heavy lurk mode or not.
Funny thing of today that I just remembered: dental assistant this time was one of the patting kind. As it, when dentist is stabbing you with novacaine, she pat/holds down your shoulder. (I don't really need, the topical stuff seems to do a good job and the HELL I'm going to move with a needle in my gum!) Except...she missed. It was the top half of my boob. I didn't think till later of the "oops" comment she made (I thought she'd dropped something) and the whole thing.
It's funny in my head. Cause I didn't catch it. Mind you, I'm weaned on stories of my mom's dental exploits from her youth. He was left-handed before left-handed instruments, and the result was she was very accustomed to the sounds of his guts, since she was pressed up against it and all.
Anywho. I like my dentist even as I hate having to go. She isn't giving me shit, has small hands, heeds my owies, gets my grunts and is an admitted perfectionist.
Um, if I marry her, do I get free dental? Because I don't like the numbers I'm seeing.