Saturday I went out a bought the second most expensive outfit of my life (second only to my wedding dress) that is supposed to bolster me through some really uncomfortable, super-duper important meetings this week that will decide whether this really turns into a big step up (or a baby step to the side). When my mom asked me last night what I’d bought, my answer was,
“Well, I started at Esprit and kept going up until I hit Italy.”
I’m out of practice with this league of dress. In my thus-far casual dress work environment in Germany, I’ve gotten very used to H&M with the occasional sprinkling of Massimo Dutti. I might have raised the bar a little high with these new duds, but I feel great wearing them. So great in fact that it almost erases the pangs of guilt I feel when I remember the grand total at the register.
One piece had to be altered; I’m picking that up this afternoon. Tomorrow I’ll be ready for bear.
Loads of backdated stories to come for all three of you who are still reading this thing. 😉