On my commute citywrds I questioned the sanity of dressing like a French twee songstress from 1964 (croppity pants, striped boatneck, bow-bedecked flats, headband) to go into an empty building for work this AM. First, I kind of look stupid, and second, in a cute way, and third: I am wasting cute-stupid on an empty building. Boooo.
But then as I was crossing the street to my office, I passed an old guy who was dressed in a normal K-St suit, excet he was wearing a BERET, and I suddenly was filled with hope - it was fate for me to dress cute-stupid today.
Also I've decided that it's probably a really fabulous idea for me to start dressing with a stereotypical ethnic theme every morning. Expect Gretel tomorrow, and maybe an Inuit come Friday.