Sometimes a title tells the whole
story. As a result, it seems kind of silly to draw this out, but I suppose this is a blog post so I have to ramble about
something. So…
About two months ago I started a new
job. I was quite excited to finally venture out of the realm of retail.
In addition, I was looking forward to working in a professional environment
where I no longer had to wear a company uniform. All of the sudden I had freedom when
it came to what I wanted to wear on a daily basis. I was excited...I was apprehensive…actually,
I was downright clueless. Yes me, “Style Blogger Extraordinaire,” was suddenly befuddled by the act of putting an outfit
together. I reasoned, if I wasn’t going
to take glamour shots of these looks what was the point?
Seriously, I found myself most concerned with correctly defining the term, “business casual." I knew it referred to a style somewhere in between dressed up and everyday. However, I was pretty sure it didn’t
involve my personal must haves of band t-shirts, bell bottoms, and
ponchos. Suddenly, my packed closet
seemed pretty empty.
It was at this point that I started to assemble
my new, “work wardrobe.” A collection of
plain polo shirts and printed button down blouses that were generic enough to come
across as professional, while at the same time possessing the potential for quirk when
matched with carefully selected accessories.
Suddenly, I looked like a mature woman ready for a meeting in the
conference room. I was extremely…appropriate.
Appropriate, now that’s a word I’ve found
myself often considering since creating my, "office alter ego." As I was rummaging through my closet looking
for, “grown-up clothes,” I couldn’t help but laugh at some of the items I came
across. It suddenly occurred to me that
I may not dress like an adult. Actually,
that’s a lie. This idea has come to mind
several times in the past and I’ve simply chosen to ignore it. However, sometimes there are certain items
that even I can’t justify wearing.
The pictures featured in the above post display a perfect example of
this type of garment.
Basically, the whole point of this admittedly drawn
out post is I couldn’t seem to part with a skirt I purchased while in
college. I was well aware of the fact
that it was no longer appropriate for me to wear such an outlandish piece. Okay…wait…I would totally wear this type of
garish garment if it had about twelve extra inches of material added to the bottom. However this exquisite piece of…art people,
ART!...remember I love tacky…was undeniably way too short to be worn by the
likes of a, “mature office woman." I sat in my closet staring at one of the few
pieces I had held onto since youth and I knew I couldn’t throw it away. This was my skirt damn it! I certainly wasn’t going to donate it to some
little twenty-something to strut around town in…even though undoubtedly I’ve
lost some of my ability to strut…Ha! not really.
Finally I came to the conclusion that the
only way to justify hanging onto the, “Rayna of the past,” was to convert her into
something that was currently functional.
As a result, I ended up transforming my beloved skirt into an oversize
clutch purse. I'm absolutely thrilled
with the result! Not only was I able to keep an item I’ve admittedly developed sentimental attachments to, I’ve
also proven even a mature, “office lady,” can pull of graffiti print and
studs. Yes, I seem to be able to do it
all…except cut my own bangs. Looking at
these pictures, I now understand why my stylist keeps yelling at me for that.
-r.
Purse: Upcycled (Express skirt from the 90’s)
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