JennSC
01-30-2009, 07:30 AM
Reflections of my new discomfort…
Having just returned from a glorious full weekend of going out and about en femme, I found myself staring reality in the face at 8:30 on Monday morning in the Executive Conference Room sitting around the conference table nursing a 2nd or 3rd cup of coffee with other managers as we prepared to launch into our weekly strategy session.
I was still glowing from my weekend and had very little interest in focusing on the task at hand, but was lost in a daydream of high heels, black thigh highs, short skirts, tight tops, and perfectly applied make-up.
Suddenly my thoughts turned to my current state of dress, which starting from head to toe was:
-Brooks Brothers royal blue 100% 120s cotton buttoned down collar shirt.
-Ralph Lauren navy wool blazer.
-Palm Beach charcoal gray worsted wool slacks with a light gray banker’s stripe.
-Black Florsheim tasseled winged tip loafers.
Reflecting on this most fitting business attire, I chuckled inwardly to myself as I realized how uncomfortable I felt dressed in my somewhat peacock affected male drab.
It was disconcerting to feel so uncomfortable in what had heretofore felt so natural, normal, and comfortable… the true power wardrobe that with its subtle elegance and not so subtle brands shouted, “I have arrived!”
But the problem was that although this was some variation of my uniform du jour, it no longer reflected totally who I was. At that moment, that Monday morning, I would have liked nothing better than to have on a smart Anne Klein or Talbot’s business suit with hose and heels that shouted, “I have arrived, I am OUT, this is ME, I LOVE IT, and you need to GET OVER IT!”
There is a line from a Don Henley song that says, “You can’t put the genie back in the bottle…”
And now that the genie is out, what is this girl going to do with her????????:daydreaming:
Having just returned from a glorious full weekend of going out and about en femme, I found myself staring reality in the face at 8:30 on Monday morning in the Executive Conference Room sitting around the conference table nursing a 2nd or 3rd cup of coffee with other managers as we prepared to launch into our weekly strategy session.
I was still glowing from my weekend and had very little interest in focusing on the task at hand, but was lost in a daydream of high heels, black thigh highs, short skirts, tight tops, and perfectly applied make-up.
Suddenly my thoughts turned to my current state of dress, which starting from head to toe was:
-Brooks Brothers royal blue 100% 120s cotton buttoned down collar shirt.
-Ralph Lauren navy wool blazer.
-Palm Beach charcoal gray worsted wool slacks with a light gray banker’s stripe.
-Black Florsheim tasseled winged tip loafers.
Reflecting on this most fitting business attire, I chuckled inwardly to myself as I realized how uncomfortable I felt dressed in my somewhat peacock affected male drab.
It was disconcerting to feel so uncomfortable in what had heretofore felt so natural, normal, and comfortable… the true power wardrobe that with its subtle elegance and not so subtle brands shouted, “I have arrived!”
But the problem was that although this was some variation of my uniform du jour, it no longer reflected totally who I was. At that moment, that Monday morning, I would have liked nothing better than to have on a smart Anne Klein or Talbot’s business suit with hose and heels that shouted, “I have arrived, I am OUT, this is ME, I LOVE IT, and you need to GET OVER IT!”
There is a line from a Don Henley song that says, “You can’t put the genie back in the bottle…”
And now that the genie is out, what is this girl going to do with her????????:daydreaming: