The Blog Formerly Known As Practical Paralegalism
If we did have a strict dress code at work, and it did say no jeans, you could still make a good end run round it by wearing black faux croc pants. I bet the dress code writers haven’t thought of prohibiting black faux croc pants yet. Well until now.
The Deets: Cache faux croc pants (Goodwill); MMD obi belt (Megan Mae); Tahari vee neck tee (old, likely Marshalls); Cropped cardigan (Loft Outlet clearance rack last year); Candies pumps (old, Kohls); Cuff bracelet (Jada’s Jewels); Big hoop earrings (in a multi-hoop set from a clearance bin at Ross I think)
These pants are from Cache, where normal pants prices start at $98 and keep going up. It may be uncool to share this, but they cost $3.75 from our central Goodwill. They are incredibly comfortable, and made in a stretch fabric that looks like an embroidered croc hide. They made me happy to look at them all day long. I also felt sort of badass, which is an incredibly delicious feeling.
These pants also have nice wide belt loops to accommodate one of Megan Mae’s obi belts, this time worn as a regular belt and fastened with, yup, a safety pin. Because I’m like the MacGyver of jury-rigging clothes. Fair warning here: if you safety pin yourself into a super long belt, don’t wait until the last minute to pee.
The normally pricey pants also said “Dry Clean Only” but did great in a delicate cold water cycle and line-drying. I know, what a rebellious type.
If you haven’t already got the invite, please, please, please participate in my Goldwill Goldmine Party (which really includes clothes bought from any sort of charity, mission, or non-profit shop) and celebrate the joy of dressing
on the cheap in beautifully pre-owned clothes, plus supporting good causes in your community. The deadline to email me a photo and brief description of the Goodwill item(s) to firstname.lastname@example.org is October 1.
P.S. I have received packages from some of you! You know who you are. Blogger and swap packages are like Christmas, so I have piled them up and am waiting a few days to open them to savor the suspense. Because you know how it is when you’re grown up and married and have kids. You get pre-agreed on stuff like coffee makers, omelet pans, and vacuum cleaners for special occasions, not to be sneezed at of course, but not super-exciting swag like lovely thrifted and pre-owned clothes and bling. God, how I adore a good hand-me-down!