The Blog Formerly Known As Practical Paralegalism
I got up this morning, and tried to do the simplest of the conservative office ensembles, a button front shirt with a collar (and a tie!), a longer, not too clingy pencil skirt, and low pumps. But I couldn’t quite toe the uptight office party line, as you’ll soon see. Dang it, maybe I’ll get it right tomorrow. Nah. Do you guys know how long it took me to paint my nails this weekend? I am never taking this polish off.
Also, I really appreciate your thoughtful comments and questions in response to Monday’s “All Buttoned Up Day 1” post. I thought it would be fun to highlight a few of your
mean employers rather strict office fashion dictates, high five a few of you gettin’ away with dress code murder, and answer a question or two.
The lovely and thoughtful Terri at Rags against the Machine said the only garment off limits in her workplace is shorts, but she’s seeing bloggers writing about wearing shorts and heels to the office. Me, too, Terri, but if I wear shorts and heels to the office, I’d better be carrying a cardboard box to clean my personal items off my desk.
Super cool and modern Megan of The Fashionable Bureaucrat pointed out that so many peeps have ink these days, it’ll soon be hard to find anyone to hire if employers require tattoos to be covered up. The always gorgeous Sheila of Ephemera confessed the blouse she wore yesterday did show her tattoo – from the back. I’ll confess I never wanted a tattoo until some time last fall (at age 48, a baby!) when I became obsessed with the idea. Yep, still obsessed.
Wendy Brandes, genius jewelry designer and chic New York chick, rebelled against dress codes requiring pantyhose in the summer, and was dying to get called down for it, but you’ll have to read her comment to see why.
Reader Valerie, a legal staffer in a relaxed small law firm, said she liked my recent wavy hairstyles, and asked what tool I used. One that a monkey can make loose curls with, I promise. Last year I stumbled upon the only curling tool I can use without ripping out half of my hair and burning myself repeatedly in the process, The Infiniti You Curl by Conair. No clamp, no danger of getting stuck in, or lighting the pile o’ straw that has always been my hair.
Beautiful Patti of Not Yet Dead Style has the best dress code evah at work: “Don’t be naked.”
Curtise, the creative and sexy thrifter behind The Secondhand Years, looks back upon her former work wardrobe “with regret at the dullness of it.” Don’t I know it. Last week I found a picture of me with a client, taken about six years ago. I am wearing black elastic-waisted stretch pants (Grandma called…) and a matching black v-necked sweater – with what looks like orthopedic lace up shoes sprayed black. Yeah, I thought about shredding the evidence, but I love the client so much!
Finally, Amy, whose blog Uncommon Threads I just discovered due to her comment, got schooled over wearing “big dangly earrings,” actually pearls, to work. Aw, man, big virtual hug. That’s just wrong.
Should I get a tattoo? Yes or no? Wait, that is so sixth grade. Have you ever been called out for something you were wearing at the office?