Ugly Duckling

I've always loved my grandfather-esque clothing. I know I've said this before, but they make me feel like Tina Fey. Or like Peggy from Madmen, if I was really convinced there was someone cute under there. I've always felt like my frumpy wardrobe gave me an understated cuteness, as if to suggest that if I just put in a little effort I could be really, really cute. Like the female fashion equivalent to the Clark Kent/Superman thing. All I'd have to do is take off the glasses, and the over-sized sweater, and the big jeans that give me no butt, and shower every once in a while, and I'd be cute. But the thing that I should have learned for the Clark Kent/Superman this is that people are really easily fooled by even the most basic disguise.  I dress frumpy, therefore I am frumpy.


Quack Quack.

My Day Off

I cherish my time off. Time to sleep in late, watch tv, and potentially do other things.

Todays 'other things' included going to Woodland and trying to find work-appropriate clothing. I had planned on going to Marshalls, but I was distracted by a thrift store across the street. So, I went there instead.

I'd like to tell you I go to these places for the people watching, and although it WAS excellent people watching, I go to these places because I'm ridiculously cheap, and I don't feel like my work clothes are worth paying full price. Also, I can shamelessly listen to 90s soft rock while I shop. Walking into a super-sized thrift store is a lot like traveling back to the 90s. Beyond Boys to Men on the loud speaker, there are an endless supply of old fax machines, large corded telephones, and all the women's clothing come with shoulder pads. And not the cool, fashionable shoulder pads- bit bad ass, line-backer shoulder pads. Because when I go to an interview, I want my suit to subtly say "I might tackle you."

I'm starting to see how my fashion sense could have been mistaken for that of an old man.

AARP Couture

One of my co-workers told me the other day that I remind them of a Grandpa.

Fashion has never been a friend of mine. I always try to make my personal style look effortless, but instead it always ends up looking like I didn't even try.

I thought I'd caught my break when the whole smart-is-sexy thing started popping up around Davis. Geek Chic, if you will. Sort of like a play on Hipsters, without the attitude. But you really need to be naturally beautiful to pull off a look like that, because otherwise a frumpy Mr. Rogers sweater and a pair of loafers just make you look, well, frumpy. And loafish. And thats where I find myself on most days. I'm trying for a sort of Tina Fey on 30 Rock look, but I end up with more of a Fred Mertz.