So, I think we can all agree that I'm not exactly a fashionista. But I have to say, in my own defense, that I usually look nice. Not nice, like sexy. Not nice, like uber professional. But nice, like an Amish teenager wandered into TJ Maxx.
On a related note, I work with a self-described gay princess who let's just say isn't known for his tact or diplomacy.
Yesterday I decided to mix it up and I wore a black dress and boots to work. I didn't look any nicer than I usually do, but it occurs to me from the amount of compliments I received that perhaps I looked...stylish.
As I walked in the door and started to arrange my stuff for the day, he made a beeline for me, stuck his finger in my face and said, "This," [gesturing up and down and my outfit] "is what you should be wearing every day."
Taken aback, and also seriously enjoying the compliment, I said, "Are you saying I need to throw away all my other clothes or what?"
He goes, "Of course not. I'm saying you need to burn them."
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