A weekend has never felt so lovely.
My first three days of work were difficult but uneventful for the most part. I’m learning as quickly as possible, but there is always something, some detail I haven’t picked up yet, some step of a procedure, and I’ll be making a lot of mistakes until I figure this whole thing out.
In the meantime, I’ve been exposed to just how miserable my working wardrobe is.
I have a pair of black pants, a pair of grey pants, and a khaki pencil skirt that needs to be tailored. Besides that there are a few button up shirts and a couple of sweatery things, most of them a little ill fitting and a bit outdated. Yesterday Tess (who is visiting for a couple of days) and I went into Ross and Maurice’s hunting for some appropriate business casual outfits. In Maurice’s, a salesgirl took pity on me and stocked a dressing room with petite vesty sweater things and tunic whatsits that would be appropriate on any stylish city girl.
Sadly, most of them made me look like a potato.
Ultimately I came home with a purple short-sleeved sweater, a black and blue sort of vest thing with sleeves I don’t even know but it’s cute, a pair of silver flats and a pair of dark wash Nine West jeans that I would define, I think, as a Super Steal.
(and a pair of cowboy boots.)
Okay, stop. Don’t look at me like that! They were at Ross. They were adorable and a perfect fit. and you can all just shut up about the boots I don’t need, because I do need them, for…for my…for my peace of mind.
Pictures coming soon.