Aside from my interview experience (suit, suit, suit with the one patterned shell that works miraculously well with it) yesterday felt like my first adult dressing experience. Dress code was business attire/business casual per invitation. The club it was held at also had dress code on their site—checked because R was afraid he would be given a lender if he showed up without a sports coat. Luckily, the dress code stipulated collared shirt and slacks, no jacket required. Interestingly, that was it, no mention of female dress code! Paging Sociological Images!
Thus unguided, I wore a new Costello Tagliapetra for Uniqlo dress ($29.95!) with black pumps and charcoal cardigan. The dress is pictured above on the left, but in the color of the blue dress on the right. It was hot out, but I felt a little too “party” and a little un”business” without the cardi. The outfit was perfect and comfy, 3 1/2” heels were definitely a good call, I still felt pretty short beside many of the people I stood next to. The drinks were free and good—the G&Ts were not too strong for my liking, unlike a certain $11 one I tasted in NY on Friday. The nice thing about free and not overburdened bars is that you don’t need to get your liquor’s worth on every drink. The food was good but I didn’t get much—you can pretty much handle drink OR food and still shake hands when called upon, and of course, drink takes precedent.
I may also have bought this dress in black and another taupe number from the C.T./Uniqlo collection while in New York last week. Uniqlo is bar none the best fucking place in the universe to buy cheap, attractive, work-appropriate clothes. My plan is to take periodic trips to New York from Boston when I need new clothes. I will probably have to sell these trips as “visiting people” or “soaking in culture” but there will be Uniqlo. Or bust.
