Monthly Archives: April 2012

Dressed for: New Twists on Old Faves

Already Pretty outfit featuring duster cardigan, neon print dress, magenta tights, Kork-Ease Alva boots

Duster, JNY (no longer available) – similar items
Dress, Soda Blu via Opitzsimilar print size/colorsmore Soda Blu
Tights, courtesy Falkesimilar
Boots, Kork-Ease via eBay (no longer available) – similar
Wrap bracelet, Quince – similar
Earrings, Lulidesigns

I’ve had this printed dress for about 12 years, but its first wearing was about three years ago. In addition to featuring a very loud and bright print, it’s absolutely skin tight AND fairly low cut, so I struggled to find ways to wear it. Once I figured out that I could layer a duster over it and pin shut the neckline, it finally got some wear.

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Clothing Commentary

style comments

Oh, how I love this skirt. It’s romantic yet funky, playful yet sophisticated, and ever so fun to wear. It’s also, in essence, a grown-up version of a tutu. And whenever I wore it to the office, whenever I wear it now, it draws lots of comments. Lots of curiosity. It’s an attention-grabber, and causes people to come out of the woodwork to share their thoughts.

And no one has ever said anything nasty about it. Not directly to me, anyway. And I’m able to field whatever questions and opinions get thrown at me, no problem. But I’ve had years of practice and given it loads of thought. And several readers have mentioned that they love the idea of dressing smartly and stylishly, but worry about how peers will react. Specifically how often peers may comment upon or question any noticeable changes in personal style. So I thought I’d offer up a few suggestions for dealing with clothing and style commentary from your peer group.

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Feline Interlude: OUSTED

By (surprisingly) popular demand, a new Feline Interlude:

Simon (left) and Rowan (right) have the run of our house. However, they both seem to favor my desk chair. On weekdays. When I need to be sitting in it working. You can see that they’ve left me a very generous four inches on which to perch my ‘tocks.

Believe me, they NEVER want to cuddle adorably in my desk chair on weekends when I’m out and about. Weekdays. Work hours only. And I generally react by dragging in a different chair for myself, because I’m too tenderhearted for my own good.

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