I am almost frothing at the mouth every morning after I get out of the shower.
I can never figure out what to wear to work. And, this is not to say I have a small wardrobe or no fashion sense.
It’s the exact opposite.
Yet, I’m convinced that after not having to go into an office for 2 years, my brain can no longer recognize what’s appropriate to wear and what isn’t. So, I get nervous because I’m afraid I’ll pick the “wrong” thing.
The F fussed at me because I wore these shoes last Friday:
He thinks they’re slutty. I think they’re chic. Perhaps that’s the problem. When you’ve been wearing whatever the hell you want, the idea of restricting your fashion choices can be a little… sensitive.
But, I also think it gave me time to explore other avenues, other fashionable possibilities. I didn’t have to worry about offending a coworker, looking too casual or wearing the wrong color. I’m wearing clothes (and shoes) I never would’ve tried before because I’d think, “Where am I going to where that?”
Now, that’s no longer the question. It’s…
“When am I going to wear that?”
How about you? Has an (expected or unexpected) bout of unemployment caused you to experiment with your wardrobe? Have you changed in ways that you’re now a little more fashionably adventurous?