Hello Lovelies! I hope you had a wonderful day.
I certainly had an interesting day and I'd like to share it with you.
I'm sure we all "dress" for various reasons. Some dress to impress, others dress for their boyfriends, husbands, lovers, and some, like myself dress solely for myself and NO one else. And that's the very truth!
Why am I telling you this? Well, the thing is, there's this man, an older man, okay he's old, downright old - not quite one-foot-in-the-grave-old, but old enough whereby he really shouldn't be working anymore old but for some freaking stupid reason, which I won't get into, is still working. And by the way, doesn't really work for all he does is a whole lot of nothing. But that's a completely different story all together. But I digress.
So this Old Man, for the sake of annonimity, let's call him OM (is that too obvious? LOL!), but let's anyway, honestly thinks that I dress for him. Yes, he freaking thinks that I dress-up for him. I think that his Toupee is on so tight that he can't possibly think straight. That's what I think! But again I digress.
Anyway, he comes into my office today and says, "My sources tells me that you look particularly pretty today and I had to come check it out for myself". He takes one look at me and then says "You look lovely but I don't think those shoes (He's talking about my Anthro Flaxen Wedge Heels) go with your outfit." I looked at him and said, "You know, OM (okay I didn't call him Old Man - I called him by his real name - but remember, for the sake of anonimity, we're calling him OM, right?) I can certainly appreciate your opinion, but I happen to really like the way I'm dressed today. I particularly like the fact that my shoes don't match my outfit yet compliment it well." OM begins to protest by telling me what he thinks would go better with what I'm wearing, when I stopped him in mid-sentence and say, "I'll let you in on a little secret OM. I don't particularly care what others think of what I wear. That's their opinion. I wear what I do because it makes me happy. I dress for myself and only myself!" Well, that shut him up pretty good for he immediately changed the topic.
Let me tell you why OM thinks that I'm dressing for him.
When I was first hired to manage at my current organization, I was rather heavy. As some of you may know, I've lost about 50 lbs from my heaviest weight. When I started work, I had only lost about 20 lbs and wore primarily black baggy clothes. I had big, unstructured, undefined, clothes that came in about 100 shades of black.
OM would often come into my office (remember, I told you that he does nothing) and tease me about being in mourning. I ignored him - as far as I'm concerned, the guy's an idiot. But I digress. Anyway, 6 months after I started, I had lost about 40 lbs and was starting to feel comfortable with my body. Let's face it, I was proud to have lost all that weight and wanted to show it off. Around the same time, I found J Crew and all its' amazing colors. In no time, I was wearing clothes that showed off my figure and colors that made me happy.
For some crazy reason, OM thought that he finally influenced me. I kid you not, the man is completely dillusional. But again, I digress.
So for the record, I dress to please myself. I honestly don't give a rat's ass what OM or anyone thinks of my outfit or my shoes for that matter.
But on the QT, I think I was probably more bent out of shape this time more than any other time because he insulted my Antho Flaxen Wedge Heels. I LOVE these shoes. They are by far my favorite shoes and I cannot seem to stop wearing them. And he insulted them. He may as well have insulted my only child for that matter and my reaction would likely have been the same. Okay maybe not. But that freaking Old Man drives me insane. I tolerate him on good days. On bad days, I want to throw his toupee out the 9th floor window and have him jump after it. Oh dear! Did I say that out loud? Anyway, I am very attached to my shoes. Can you blame me? They're absolutely lovely!
Okay, so the story above isn't really a real secret as many of us do dress for ourselves but I do have a real secret to share.
After having spent so much money between Dec 23 and yesterday, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't spend anymore ... not until we go to Orlando next month, that is. Here's another secret before the secret I was going to tell you. The secret is: I suck at keeping promises to myself.
So, having made this promise to myself that I'm not going to buy anything for the next 33 days, what do I do? I buy a seriously coverted item that I've been hunting for forever.
Having read Roxy at Effortless Anthropologie's blog about finding hidden links, here's the link to her post if you haven't read it already (by the way, I absolutely LOVE, LOVE, LOVE her blog and one cannot be a die-hard Anthro addict without being a fan of her blog - that's just my humble opinion by the way), I was scrolling through the October Catalog online when I found the Polaire Vest.
Do you remember the Polaire Vest? It looks like a Vivienne Westwood creation. I LOVE that vest and have been kicking myself forever for having missed out on it. Anyway, I followed Roxy's instructions and found that Anthro had a Medium in stock. I remember reading that the vest fits small (which means that the Medium would be perfect to wear over a shirt, t-neck, etc), I immediately picked up the phone and called CS. They tell me that the system says that it's available but in very limited quantities - read 1 left - but if I'm interested, I could buy it. Am I Interested? Does the sun rise in the East every morning??? Damn right I'm interested.
I place the order. She tells me that I'll either receive a shipping confirmation or cancellation notice within 24-48 hours. After holding my breath for about 30 hours (okay, I didn't really hold it that long for I would really have passed out by then), I called to find out what the heck was going on. She looks at my order and says, "It's shipped!"
The Vest that I've been coverting forever was Shipped!!! There I was doing the happy dance in the middle of my office. I swear that my staff sometimes thinks I'm nuts. But whatever!
So that's my other secret. I bought the Polaire Vest when I wasn't supposed to be doing any more shopping. Isn't that an awesome secret???
And my outfit for the day:
Blouse: J Crew
Sweater: J Crew Lea Cardigan
Skirt: Club Monaco (one of my non-surprise Christmas gifts I got from Honey)
Shoes: Anthro Flaxen Wedge Heels
Necklace: Ann Taylor
Bracelets: Both from J Crew
Anyway, that's my day today. Do you have any crazy secrets you'd like to share? We certainly don't have to name names. Acronyms like OM or FI (Freaking Idiot) and the like would definitely suffice.
Well, until tomorrow, have a very lovely evening darlings and Happy Friday to all of you!!!