4/11/08 Fashion Fiesta! Ole!

Against my better judgement, I am participating in BigMama's Fashion Fiesta. Normally upon seeing the word fashion, I would run the other way, (since I am severely fashion-impaired), but heaven knows I love any excuse to make a fool of myself, and right here on the Ol Interweb for the whole wide world to see too. So brace yourself, because here goes:

This is pure, unedited, uncut me. This is a typical work outfit for me (last Wednesday's, to be precise). It's one of the few times you'll catch me in a skirt. Sadly, I seem to be related to Olive Oil and have unfortunately inherited the gene for knobby knees, so skirts and I don't get along. I realized that by avoiding skirts entirely however, I was depriving myself of a lot of work wear options. So I made a deal with myself that I would wear skirts once a week provided said skirts were long enough to hide above mentioned knee deformity. Like this:

(Yes, I know I'm wearing sunglasses indoors. I'm what they call "accessorizing". It's a fashion thing).

Anyway, the skirt was purchased last spring, the shirt is older than dirt, and I have no idea if the whole belt thing is still fashionable or if that ship sailed in the late 80's. You can tell me, interpeeps, I can take it.

For a balanced work-attire representation, this is the kind of thing that I'm in the other four days of the week. Slacks and a top. Depending on the weather, the top can be long-sleeved, three-quarter length sleeved, or sleeveless. Pants are available in black, brown, khaki and grey. Shoes are boots or sandals, depending on the season. Other than the color options and the length of sleeves, this is basically my uniform. Day in. Day out. Until the end of the ages. Amen.
(Mason is not usually part of my work attire. He just loves to be in pictures).

Of course, given my druthers (not sure what a druther is, but given them anyway) non-working hours are usually spent in something like this:

Note the jeans (purchased from wal-mart) the tank top (purchased from wal-mart), and the deliberate lack of shoes. Shoes and I have a hate-hate relationship. I only wear them because restaurants refuse to serve me otherwise. It's foot discrimination I tell you! I just don't get the whole shoe-love obsession that other women seem to have. Give me barefoot any day.

The last thing BigMama wanted to see was what I would like to wear if I could wear anything in the whole world. This probably isn't what she meant, but I'm going to have to go with this:

I love the colors and the patterns and the breezy comfortable look. I love that exotic feel. Unfortunately, I'm not Indian, so me trying to wear something like this would probably crumble international relations. But if I could wear anything without anyone batting an eye, I'd have a closet full of this stuff.

If that's completely out of the question, my backup outfit of choice would have to be this:

Minus the eyeliner mustache of course.