*Oh, come on, I'm like 2 weeks overdue for a JH homage. At least it's a break from my "Mad Men" obsessing, no?
As a (credit) card-carrying adult, liberated from the tidily, too easily categorized halls of high school (CAN I GET AN AMEN?), of course these lines now blur, often intentionally so. Other bloggers like LPC describe it here more eloquently than I can, but long story short
long at the ripe old age of thirty-one, I'm both comfortable in my skin and usually no longer want to be tidily identified solely by that (yuppie) exterior.
This morning, however, I awoke to the same anxiety about work / sleep / personal-stuff-I-will-get-int0-eventually-here that has been plaguing me for weeks, looked my closet in the . . . um, hanger? . . . , and decided - today is the day that I need a uniform. Not the conservatively fashionable one I usually agonize over, but the one outfit I don't have to think about, that will take me to work today and to play tonight and be appropriate for all of the above.
Much as I try to resist the overly prepster look or even "preppy blogger" label, today I'm embracing my Claire Standish roots, fitted pink cardigan, Lilly dress, pearls and all. I've working the slightly rock star purse too just in case Judd Nelson* makes an appearance, but bad boys aside, I'm confident and ready for the student government meeting or, less thrillingly, that pile of discovery I need to get out. Sometimes the superficial labels & clothes can be a good thing, even (especially) if just for the day.
*Or better yet, Steff from that other Hughes classic - any guesses?
What's your uniform?