When I started working in corporate America in the Fall of 1999, I needed a suit. Actually, I needed several. As I started my interviews that spring, I marched myself to the Laura Ashley store (remember this place?!) at the Cherry Creek Mall because they had some gimmick if I opened a credit card. I was that fool. I mean, Laura Ashley?! I bought a moss green twilly suit–pants and a jacket–for about $75, which was a steal even then. I followed it up with a trip to Ann Taylor where I bought a black shift, a long matching jacket and pants–my version of a three piece suit. I think I also bought a cornflower blue french cuffed shirt and a yellow and black pinstriped one. That was a week’s worth of outfits, and I wore the hell out of them because I had to.
I landed my job while we were still corporate dress, with Fridays as corporate casual, which definitely meant no jeans. Slowly, I began to collect black pieces of clothing because they were versatile, didn’t need to be dry cleaned that often, and let’s face it, were slimming. This random hodgepodge of clothing managed to escape San Francisco in one of my many suitcases bound for Connecticut two years later. Kids always asked me why I wore so much black. In a world of mostly t-shirts and jeans and sweaters, I was the girl in charcoal slacks and black sweater.
So where was the color? It was in my red patent leather shoes, turquoise purses, maroon winter coats, and tropical scarves. You see, I love color. But I was either afraid Continue reading
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