Comin’ To Getcha!

5 09 2008

While I know that I’m no trendsetter when it comes to fashion, I can’t help but notice certain looks that are just plain wrong. And, of course, I am very free with the snark, much to the chagrin of Hubs. As a public service, I feel that I must bring certain offenses to the collective conscience before issuing citations, so let the bashing begin!

  • When you work in a law firm, no matter how hot your dinner date later that evening is, it is never appropriate to wear a cocktail dress to work. For example, there is a law firm in my building that employs a rather voluptuous woman. Tuesday, she came to work in a black cocktail dress, complete with a flared skirt, plunging neckline, and low back. It does not matter how hot it is during the day, or how hot your companion at night is. These are a few things that should never be seen in the office. EVER!
  • That same woman came to work in a fitted football jersey a few days later. Mind you that she has generous proportions, as many women do, which is why she would have been much better served with a jersey that skimmed her curves, rather than clinging to every lump, bulge, and ripple.
  • Finally, I saw something yesterday that nearly caused me to wreck the car. Let me preface this by saying that I work with women in a very artistic environment who wear what I call tube dresses over a wife-beater shirt. What I mean by this is that the dress is shaped like a tube top with an empire waist and flared skirt, paired with a simple white tank top. I have seen a few variations on the women I work with and they rock the look, which I could never pull off. Meanwhile, the woman I saw yesterday wore this style of dress over an long-sleeved oxford shirt with black hose and shiny bronze flats. HUH??? The proportions were completely off and the total effect was just plain wrong. Seriously, did she not look in a mirror before she left the house?

Ahhh…got that bit of snark of out my system and am feeling much better!

Meanwhile, the Big Kid turns 10 next week and we’re having a small get-together for a few friends, the GP’s, and my brother. We were planning to order some pizzas, but she doesn’t care to much for the pizza we had planned to order. She asked if Hubs would make the Chef Boy R Dee pizza kit instead, which I immediately vetoed (call me a snob, but I just can’t serve that to company!). Instead, I believe we’re letting the girls make their own pizzas. Cross your fingers! I’ll let you know how it turns out! In the meantime, any thoughts on toppings?

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One response

5 09 2008

I totally agree. I went to a rock concert, granted people dress slutty there, but OMG my eyes will never be the same. I have a great shot on my july index. Cute blog

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