Regarding Wardrobe

Forgive the return to the blatantly shallow, but I can't help it. Maybe it's from being newly exposed to the influence of hundreds of teenage girls, but lately, the first thought I have when waking up is: "Whaddam'I gonna weeaaaar?"

I enjoy clothes. I really do enjoy the process of picking out things to cover the general chassis, and it usually starts with how I want to feel on a given day. One of my friends down in Malibu told me once, "Greta, every day for you is like playing dress up!" and it's true. Some days I feel like being a flower-child bohemian hippy. Some days I feel like being edgy and vintage and hipster. Some days I want to be extra feminine. Some days I want to look grown up and classy. Some days I want to be mysterious. Some days I want to feel whimsical. Some days I want to turn heads.

When I decide on a Me, it easily narrows down to a general description:
Bohemian: Loose skirt, flip-flops, long necklace, big earrings, tank top.
Edgy: Skinny jeans, red cowboy boots, bronze velvet blazer, favorite hat.
Feminine: Anthropologie anything, pretty jewels, lipstick. Curly hair.

Etc.

The problem is, my new internship-profession has only one wardrobe description and its the one that I have always been least likely to choose out of the air for myself: professional. And, not only professional, but modest. And not just normal-modest, because I feel like I do a decent job of generally keeping it classy: we're talking modesty to the point that the high-school boys don't let their minds go a-wandering (and unfortunately, the boys have already indicated they might). Which means REALLY, REALLY modest.

Not whimsical, not edgy, and certainly not "hot": but professional.

(And: booooooring.)

And: it means slacks.

AND: it means tall heels to go with overly long slacks.

UNLESS: it means hemmed slacks.

BUT: I have not yet hemmed any of my overly long slacks.

BECAUSE: It takes a long time and involves ironing, sewing, and patience.

THUS: It involves painful feet at the end of the day because of heels because of overly long slacks because of difficulties of hemming.

All this results in me waking up, taking a dismal look at the boring grown-up blouses and slacks, considering which of my grown-up heels will be the least cruel-soled by 3:00pm, and then reluctantly putting on some subdued combination... After taking a longing look at my fun flouncy dresses, and comfortable jeans, and sassy cowboy boots.

This week is even harder because it's supposed to be hot. I don't have back-to-school-clothes for 90 degrees-- hello?? I have clothes for Pumpkin Spice Latte weather! Looking in my closet: what do I have for hot weather? I have sun dresses. (Too short. Too strapless. Too v-necked.) I have capris. (Too casual. Too young-looking.) I have tank tops. (Too much skin. Too tight.) I have flip flops. (Too unprofessional.) Do you see??? It is the most difficult thing. I always come back to the slacks. And then I sigh, because my favorite ones are still too long, even for the most mercilessly high heels, and it's my own fault because I COULD hem them, I just don't want to get around to it, and so I end up wearing the boring ones, and also heels which make me grouchy and sore-footed.

This last weekend, I was thrilled not just to sleep in, but to get to wear WHATEVER THE HECK I WANTED. I'm telling myself that I'll accumulate a fun, sassy, artsy, professional wardrobe in time, but it does take time to accumulate. Maybe it will complete itself around the same time that I master those classroom management skills.

Until then? Sigh.....

It's the wide-legged Chinos.