(Due to office policy agreements, the Senator's name has been removed.)
Faced with the bland dressing standards of the United States Senate, I struggle to find ways to integrate my style. Standing in my towel, buttered English muffin in hand, I contemplate the dangling inhabitants of my closet, imagining the reactions they'd receive in the hallways of Russell. Am I brave enough to wear... the dress?
Two weeks prior: Sent to Fairbanks, Alaska on a business trip, I entertained myself with the random assortment of stores and shops in the mile radius around the Westmark. Value Village had exactly what you'd expect- 90's artwork and 80's clothing.
I found an eighties dress in all it's glory, teal, white trim, big teal buttons, power-suit-esque. Falling in love instantly, I bought it..
"Zip this up for me please?" approaching my roommate in a backwards step. "You're wearing that?" Alyssa snorts. "Yes, but don't worry. I'll make it work with the accessories." A glance in the mirror, "good luck with that."
[Added: Brown, braided leather waist belt. Brown flats. Small brown leather earrings.]
The moment I walk into work, a coworker exclaims she loves my outfit and envies my thrift store find. At lunch I receive unusual stares, as expected.
Did I really spend more than ten minutes of my life doubting this awesome thrift store find? Never again!
