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Confessions
One of the things that I always find myself doing when I get dressed is thinking about how to avoid looking “American”… and whether or not my outfit looks British. You see… I sort of might just want to fool people into thinking I am British. Let’s face it. Americans don’t really have a very good reputation. That, and American style is so… not me. It’s all angles and minimalism and cowboy and new and preppy. And I’m not any of those things. British style, on the other hand– at least, the British style I want to emulate– is delicate florals and old lace and cardigans and scarves and lockets… and…
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In which I feel very patriotic
Awkward moment of the day: wearing a fake engagement ring to work to ward off the creepy men, only to have one of the nicer regular guys see it and– since he’d wanted to Facebook friend you and it didn’t seem to be working– have him wave off your “I’m sorry it’s not working” comment with a slightly disgruntled “Don’t worry about it, it’s obvious you’re not interested” … and then having to make him his drink. In silence. While wondering how to let him know that while you aren’t interested, you weren’t just lying and ignoring him on Facebook. Happy moment of the day: not having to worry about awkward moments…
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… and that’s when I decided to pretend harder.
Today has been a day full of interesting things. And when I say “interesting,” what I really mean is “weird.” And also “irritating.” And also “slightly creepy.” I have decided that from now on, I am going to wear a wedding ring to work. Because apparently, a customer that I have only seen twice has been asking after me every time he comes around. And I find that slightly… creeperish. Especially considering he’s only seen me twice. So from now on, it’s official. I’m engaged. His name is Toby (surprised?), he’s a trillionaire, he owns a castle, and secretly he’s a superhero who can fly. I think I should probably…
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Let’s pretend.
Let’s pretend that I’ve hemmed this skirt to a more flattering length, that I’m not really American (oh, yes, definitely that one), that I’m a secretary from 1943 who has a dashing employer(preferably one that looks like Toby Stephens) that will one day sweep me away to live in an Edwardian-style mansion where we will live happily ever after… and that you will all unequivocally agree that the larger pictures are better. Let’s also pretend that I’m really going to wear this all day because I don’t have to go to work and be practical. Or perhaps let’s pretend that I can wear this to work because it never gets too…
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Transformation complete.
Details: Shorts that are now a skirt($3.99), shirt($3.99), camisole($1.99), and brooch($3.99), thrifted; Shoes($12.98), Target. Approximate outfit cost: $26.94 Most of you know me too well. 😉 So forgive me that I didn’t do a full-body outfit picture today. I have bronchitis– my mother insisted on taking me to urgent care this morning– and I look about as sick as I feel. Apparently, if we’d let this cough go another week, it would have turned into pneumonia. That would have been exciting. And despite the fact I am sick, I’m going to the drive-in movies tonight with my family. It’ll be fun. The weather is beautiful, and we have a mattress…