I showed up to work on Wednesday with a cute outfit on: navy cotton pin-tucked skirt, a white tee and an orange sherbet sleeveless sweater (which, to be honest, is a vest, but “sleeveless sweater” sounds so much more chic.) I accessorized with a bright color bag and animal print flats.
At about eleven I received this piece of correspondence:
Tomorrow we will have a camera crew here…please wear either Cougar Blue or OrangeSoda colors since some of you will be put on the spot to answer the question “What is OrangeSoda.com”. Please brush your teeth in the morning and at a minimum wear deodorant (showers are ideal). Any questions can be directed to nobody because we all have questions and just wear Cougar blue or OrangeSoda colors tomorrow.
Shouldn’t all wardrobe requests be cleared a week in advance? 12 hours in a pinch? Some of us think long and hard about what we’re going to wear—we might even have a system! I don’t have a system (unless a system includes thinking of what I’m going to wear the next morning as a way of putting myself to sleep the night before.)
So there I was wearing the perfect Cougar Blue and OrangeSoda colors a day before they were needed. I marched right down to CF’s office and demanded the what-for! When no satisfactory explanation emerged (and no clear apology was offered, I might add) I may have threatened to wear the same thing on Thursday.
Ok, I did threaten to wear the same thing Thursday. Being a reasonable person, I also included the caveat that the clothes would be Febrezed before the re-don.
Guess what I wore Thursday?
Yeah, see, I don't mess around.
I did change my shoes, my bag, and fiddled with the accessories, those are the important things to switch up (well, the undies too.)
As I was setting up this picture I couldn’t help but think that this is exactly what InStyle Magazine does in its Simple Chic or whatever-the-crap-it-is section. Only instead of being reasonably priced items, the items below would be ridiculously expensive.
I had to bring in all the lovely accessories to complete the shoot. The orange, slightly sporty Nine West heels I bought in
We can’t forget the Febreze ($500) since it would be embarrassing to show up to work in the same outfit two days in a row and have it smell less than chemically-masked clean. Booyah.
Who dares me to wear the same outfit Friday?