The Closet of Our Lives
One of the perks of working from home, as I do with The Pet Set, is that you can schedule work responsibilities around house responsibilities.
Yesterday was one of those days…customers would have to wait; it was time to take a trip down memory lane by organizing a closet that was simply out of control and sorrowfully out of date.
Join me and my Hefty garbage bag won’t you? as I take you to a land far, far away — once known to me as Corporate America: (wear sunglasses, some of this stuff is pretty darn horrible to look at.)
- First stop: Red, Hound’s Tooth Suit with velvet collar and buttons. Colleague told me it looked like something Elmer Fudd would wear. For 10 years it has been sitting in the closet because I didn’t believe him. Now I do, into the bag.
- Next: The BCGB tan skirt with the high-wasted band, in the ugliest tan color I’ve ever seen…was supposed to make me look powerful…but made me look top-heavy. Gone.
- Sinister side-street: Risque, nightie-like top in garish mint green with lace trim, because all the magazines said you should wear something provacative under your suit jacket. Really looks slutty. OUT.
- Big Shoulder District: Or the Dynasty era (I’m really aging myself aren’t I?) Blue pinstripe number with pearl buttons . Lining has been fixed so many times, pearls buttons are missing from the sleeves and made too much noise in meetngs because of my bad habit of gesticulating during presentations. I wish you didn’t have to go, but you do.
- Ugly Shoe district: Blue ‘gator slingback pumps, purchased on ebay when they first came about. What was I thinking? Seriously. Out.
- Sweater Lane: Another brilliant purchase: a tan, crew neck Anne Klein (because she designs for working women)…with frilly cuffs. Still thinking about this one.
- Sensible Avenue: Plaid flannel shirt to help employees feel that I was approachable and one of them….and also that I was highly creative by trying to match it with a pencil skirt. Don’t even wear on the weekends with jeans. Toss. No, really Toss.
- Last stop on our tour: Corduroy skirt with leather string belt (affection for Dwight Yokam). Seriously, what is with the tan…never worn: Into the bag.
That’s it I did it…cleaned it all out. Tomorrow? The kitchen junk drawer. Now back to those customers. And thank god for Hefty garbage bags, eh?
