There is this woman who works on my floor who is always wearing these bizarre outfits. Lets call her ‘Alice’ (may or may not be her real name – I actually don’t know her name).
At first I thought it was a once-off faux pas but it seems to be a mind-boggling every-day affair. Now I should start off by saying that fashion is not my forte (I’ve made plenty of fashion faux pas in my time).
As a growing lad I frequently was provided with a myriad of rhyming songs to tell me what and what should not be seen. Unfortunately I’ve since forgotten what and what it was, and so I’m stuck in a world where perhaps it’s red and green or blue or cyan or magenta that should never be seen. I’ve decided if I can wear what I wear with confidence then it matters less. And perhaps this is exactly the mindset of this woman.
I’m going to play the ‘I don’t know, I’m a MAN!’ card here and say that I’m pretty terrible with descriptions but I’ll give it a shot.
'Alice' came into work today with a kitschily awesome, shoulder-padded triangle-shaped jacket and a teeny tiny skirt and some librarian shoes (you know – the ones that are invariably black, with a strap on top and are worn with white socks).
Here’s my drawing of what she looked like that day; (and yes – she does have some manly muscular calves – ok, ok I’m just jealous that a woman has a more muscular frame than me)
At first I thought it was a once-off faux pas but it seems to be a mind-boggling every-day affair. Now I should start off by saying that fashion is not my forte (I’ve made plenty of fashion faux pas in my time).
As a growing lad I frequently was provided with a myriad of rhyming songs to tell me what and what should not be seen. Unfortunately I’ve since forgotten what and what it was, and so I’m stuck in a world where perhaps it’s red and green or blue or cyan or magenta that should never be seen. I’ve decided if I can wear what I wear with confidence then it matters less. And perhaps this is exactly the mindset of this woman.
I’m going to play the ‘I don’t know, I’m a MAN!’ card here and say that I’m pretty terrible with descriptions but I’ll give it a shot.
'Alice' came into work today with a kitschily awesome, shoulder-padded triangle-shaped jacket and a teeny tiny skirt and some librarian shoes (you know – the ones that are invariably black, with a strap on top and are worn with white socks).
Here’s my drawing of what she looked like that day; (and yes – she does have some manly muscular calves – ok, ok I’m just jealous that a woman has a more muscular frame than me)
I'm pretty sure this picture is about 98% accurate
So, as I was saying, this has since become a regular affair, she manages to take a fairly normal outfit, add a pinch of flair and a punch of wrong and BAM! She’s dressed for work!
I will try to take a sneak photo of her one day so you can see her in all her glory, but until then, let your imaginations fly, fly like the wind!
So, as I was saying, this has since become a regular affair, she manages to take a fairly normal outfit, add a pinch of flair and a punch of wrong and BAM! She’s dressed for work!
I will try to take a sneak photo of her one day so you can see her in all her glory, but until then, let your imaginations fly, fly like the wind!
