When the media started printing stories about Obama taking off his suit coat in the Oval Office, loosening the dresscode of the Bush era, it got me thinking about my personal experiences with dress codes, and various reactions I’ve received when deviating from them (whether intentional or otherwise).
The word dress code alone makes me shudder and remember my grade school days of being stopped in the hall by teachers, and being asked to put my arms flat by my sides to makes sure my shorts were fingertip length; my high school days of receiving a Coca-Cola T-shirt because, while carrying my school books, it appeared my shirt showed part of my stomach…
Heidi Montag wearing Ed Hardy
I have a new obsession with Ed Hardy clothes. At first I thought they were poser clothes for people who want tattoos, but don’t have the commitment, pain tolerance – whatever – to get one. Now I find the clothing line artistic, colorful, and just, well, fun!
So I scoured after-Christmas-sale-racks for Ed Hardy cloths, because for outfits I can’t wear to work, they are pricey! As I grabbed different colorful shirts (preferring the ones without skulls), I contemplated whether I was dressing my age. Especially when I’m in the racks among high school girls (where do they get the money to spend $200 on a sweat shirt jacket!?).
Britney Spears New Years 2007 at Pure
One of my favorite things about shopping during the holiday season is all the fun sparkly cloths displayed in store windows. I instantly start to think about New Years Eve plans that would give me an opportunity to wear something shiny.
Then the holiday season progresses, my pockets get smaller, and my wish to wear a tight little number after eating for a week straight diminishes. Not to mention the cold and messiness of winter.
Paris Hilton, Jennifer Garner & Drew Barrymore accessorizing with their book/s of choice
My mornings are always a little wild, starting with my walk/run to the El. Either I will have to shove my way onto the Elevated traincar to stand jammed up against the wall, trying not to hit anyone with my oversized purse while still establishing a little personal space so I can maintain balance once the train starts moving…or I will walk in the doors and sit down. This morning was an epic battle (I can’t even talk about the snow and messiness…).
I shoved my way on, standing with my face practically in someone’s jacket who was standing in front of me. This left me no room to read my current book of choice, Eclipse. So I stood, with no distraction in hand, for the duration of my ride to the loop.
As I looked around, I noticed how many people were reading, or if they couldn’t find room in front of their face like me, holding a book. Then I thought of the flurry of news reports there were regarding what celebrities were reading – Paris Hilton carrying self-help books after her release from prison (The Power of Now), Britney Spears with her Kabala books and then The Chronicals of Narnia, Drew Barrymore reading Skinny Legs and All, and Angelina reading What is the What?. Not to mention all the celebrities writing books – Chelsea Handler, Madonna, Tori Spelling, and even Britney Spears’ mother. Continue reading
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Vicotoria Beckham looking Posh (as usual) in her Winter Coat
Britney Spears exemplifying that a posh coat does not make one posh (although she does look pretty cute)
My mornings follow a pretty consistent routine – give or take a few hits of the snooze button. The only inconsistent part is the El (Elevated Train in Chicago which is like the subway in NY). Sometimes I run up the stairs, hop right on, and take a seat. Other times I stand on the platform for 20 minutes, shove my way into the El car with the doors almost closing on my bag, my head under someone’s armpit (I told this to a tall friend who laughed and said he was glad he was usually the armpit), as I struggle to find something to hold onto before the train jolts to a start.
The most entertaining thing on the El is the variety of people who are on the train with me. El passengers are a mix of people who work downtown or go to school downtown. I probably won’t be standing next to the partner of a law firm (s/he probably drives or takes a cab), but I could be wedged amongst the Janitor, Associate, and PhD student.
While I’m on the El (assuming it’s a day I have a square of space to negotiate, which is not always the case), I don’t always look around, but one type of person always catches my eye, especially during Chicago winters. It’s the posh woman standing in her stylish knee high boots, fitted winter coat, beautiful well placed scarf, and Jackie-O sunglasses reading the Red Eye.