I know that some of my readers work in offices with very strict dress codes and rules for every day showing up to work, including but not limited to (fancy legal talk):
- No toes showing
- No knees showing
- No sleeveless arms showing
- No tattoos or piercings showing, except maybe one hole in each in earlobe, and they’d rather not see those
- No pink, purple, or blue hair showing (even if it’s your hairdresser’s fault)
- No denim showing
- Pantyhose better be showing
Working in a bit of a more relaxed environment, albeit a law firm, I decided to show solidarity with my less fortunate sisters in the working world, and do an All Buttoned Up Week, trying to comply with the basic conservative office rules with my mostly thrifted wardrobe. Well, at least through Thursday. Although I suspect my knees might show some ’cause I’m a really short rebel, and I’m not wearing pantyhose in July unless I receive a Court Order.
Tarhari tee ~ probably Marshalls, another old workhorse
Skinny belt ~ 2 for $7.50 at Rue 21
Bangles ~ Loft, ShoeDazzle
I thrifted this H&M dress on my most recent business trip, and while it made a great cocktail dress, I realized that it wasn’t going to work without a cami or tee underneath. I was glad to let another one of my black Tahari tees get a taste of freedom. (“How many black Tahari tees do you own?,” you ask. If you count gray, um, a lot. Like, I could’ve totally been a Professional Mourner.)
And I’m participating in Not Dead Yet Style’s Visible Monday
, a weekly celebration for style bloggers of all ages, but especially those of a certain age who are proving women don’t become invisible as they get older. Instead, they get more beautiful, wiser and cooler, plus they’ve learned from all the style mistakes they made when they were whippersnappers. Or they’re breaking all the old style “rules” for some incredibly awesome results. You pick.
Speaking of invisibility and being a certain age, I got my hair did on Saturday. Mostly I color it at home, not because I mind it being gray,which it’s not except for the occasional bright white antenna, but because I’m really a ginger head trapped in a mousy brown head’s body. I was really surprised when my long-time stylist said, “Let’s do your eyebrows, too” and then slapped on the highlighting color she was using while my mouth was still hanging open.
The Teen clearly got all the style blogger moves in the family. She’s wearing a Perry the Platypus tee I’ve hoped she’d outgrow and give to me for years, and skinnies from Forever 21.
Oh, man, why didn’t someone tell me you could color your eyebrows, like, years ago? Mine have always had lots of blonde and defied all brow-grooming cosmetics. If I use pencils or powders, they look fake and drawn on. But not any more. They are just right, and oddly, I feel younger-looking. While I’ll never inject anything into my face, or go under the knife, I am totally all for eyebrow-dyeing.
Does your work dress code prohibit anything not already on the above list?