My boss is…. let’s just say… special. She is very a talented artist, but she has absolutely zero fashion sense. I always view her outfits and giggle a little, then dismiss it. For example, yesterday she wore a red, woven poncho-style top with jeggings and Crocs. Really. Note that she is a little round lady in her late 50s….and she kind of resembles one of those weeble-wobbles from when I was a kid.
Usually her dress code is not fodder for my blog. Today, this has changed. I am trying to snap a picture without her seeing me, but it is proving more difficult than I had hoped. My last effort was in the kitchen as she was at the sink, but she turned around and said, “You can’t have cell phones unless it’s an emergency.” I thought, “But this is a gotta show my blogosphere friends emergency”….but I don’t think that will fly. So, allow me to attempt with a verbal picture for now.
The pants are balloon pants, circa 1990s MC Hammer days. They are teal, they are velvet. These pants have an elastic waist. The pants are shoved inside poo brown, slouch ankle booties. Her top is a black turtleneck, shoved inside of the teal, velvet MC-Hammer-wouldn’t-even-touch-them pants. This turtleneck isn’t solid black…..oh no…it has gold threads woven through it. She looks like a poster child for What Not To Wear. Where are Clinton and Stacy when I need them!?!
All I can say is bless…. bless her sweet heart.