I dress like a Grandma. Per Auntie Fal, anyway.
And as much as it pains me to say it, I’m inclined to agree. I used to try to defend myself by saying, “These are just my work clothes! I have to dress like this.” But she’s quick to point out that there is such a thing as youthful business cas.
Maybe she has a point? Tights, baggy slacks, sweaters two sizes too big and flats aren't exactly a Victoria Secret Model's wardrobe.
Most days I don’t even brush my hair; I throw it in a pony tail or knot. I haven’t worn make up in months (almost 8, to be exact). There are days when I feel very, verrrry frumpy. Days when I’m too embarrassed to pick up take out, because I don’t want to see someone I know. I almost always laugh when Casey tells me I look pretty or (gulp!) sexy. In my mind I’m thinking, “Seriously?!!”
At least I still shave my legs, right?
Anyone else fallen into a similar pattern?