Some of you may know that I'm starting a new job soon. As if it's not enough of a shock to my system that I am leaving my beloved field of journalism, I've discovered I have to dress up for work.
As my mom said, "Time for you to dress like a grown-up."
To that I say, "Grrr."
Now obviously, going from a job working from home to a job in an office would require some wardrobe changes. Sure. You can't work anywhere in fuzzy fleece pants and skinny tanks, can you? But all my office experience has been in a newsroom. Working at night. So I've always had a little freedom in terms of what I wear.
I'm not considered a slob (I don't think). I have some fashion sense. And in my younger days, I used to look forward to fall when all the new clothes would come out. It was my own version of back-to-school, and I would get clothes that were not jeans, or shorts, and manage to dress "professionally" for a month or three until I finally lost interest. I am nothing if not lazy.
I always figured if I had to work nights and weekends, I could wear what I wanted.
This week I went shopping for work clothes. When I moved back from Paris I got rid of anything that was remotely dressy. This is oh-so-casual SoCal, after all. So I'm kind of starting from scratch.
And what does work clothes even mean? Trousers, I guess. Certainly not jeans. Khakis would probably be fine, but I prefer the cargo look, and that's not too office-like. Plus, khakis always need to be ironed. And I gave away my iron. I was told no jeans ... so that's totally off the table. Like many women these days, my idea of dressing up is heels and jeans and a nice top. Hey, if it works in a Paris restaurant, shouldn't it work in a Long Beach office?
I headed to my usual off-price haunts, since a new wardrobe can be a pricey proposition. But we're between seasons, and there was nothing on the picked-through racks. In fact, I hit five stores last week in one day. I found two pairs of trouser pants at the Gap -- and they were on sale. Score! Would those things go with the tops I already own? I don't know. And shoes? What about shoes?
I headed to Macy's yesterday. They were having a sale - -surprise! Got two tops that were acceptable. (Acceptable = sort of dressy without being too ugly and unflattering) Then we went to Gottschalks, which I've always avoided because it has a lot of old lady clothes. And while I'm no spring chicken, I'm not an old lady. There's a fine line between professional and matronly, I'm discovering.
Without extraordinary effort we managed to find another two pairs of pants. And the best part, they were ridiculously priced -- as in 60 percent off ridiculous. So it's all good ... a few days worth of clothes to get me started.
I suppose I'll get used to it. Heels instead of flip flops, blouses instead of T-shirts, trousers instead of jeans.
It's a whole new world.
January 24, 2009
Now that the Asian adventures are finished, I find myself still drawn to this blog. It's not a glamorous life here in Long Beach, but it is my life. And things with us are ever-changing: I will soon have a new job, Paul will embark on a new adventure once he gets back from Hong Kong and there are probably some stories to tell.
So here we go.
So here we go.