Diligence JonesDog walk fit check!
New New Balance.
The kids are pulling their socks up so that's what I did, too. I absolutely look like a goober.
My socks say: My dog and I talk shit about you.
Heh.
Just because we're in a fascism doesn't mean we can't look cute:
Hair: curly + conditioned
Blazer: black (like my soul)
Shirt: white tee/black stripes
Pants: ankle length black/white chex pull up with FAKE POCKETS π
Shoes: animal print ballet flats
Lipstick: bright red
Accessories: my Samsung watch and big hoop earrings that say Black Woman Magic.
I like this outfit. It's gonna be a uniform.
Everyone liked this outfit in the office.
I told them this was the best I'm going to look all year. It's all downhill going forward.
By the time I reach December 2025, I will be a feral shambly beast again.
Are you a short round person trying to pull on a new pair of thigh-high boots?
Yes?
Then you feel me right now.
I am actually going to dress up for Halloween at the office this year.
I want the chance to be absolutely unprofessional and show up on my Zooms as Ursula the Nonprofit Sea Witch.
Be that chaotic.
Give life to your inner self and make it visible for one day.
This was my outfit today. I liked this outfit a lot. Blazer, tshirt, cargo pants. I'm so freaking comfortable.
The completely contradictory elements of my style at 55.
Basic pieces: jeans, blazer, black tee, red cashmere, white sneaks.
With surprises: black shoes w/interesting accents; odd black pieces that go well with the basics. My baggy overalls and pops of color.
I love black.
Next on my list: a good outerwear piece.
Mastodon does not generally give off the ' I really care about what I wear' vibe.
No shade! Y'all care a lot about words like Linux and a bunch of acronyms I don't know.
BUT for the small group of women identifying folks who are looking at their middle-aged closets like me, going, 'WTF. I used to be cute. But now I'm cranky, my feet hurt, and my body is shaped like a biscuit tin, and I still want to look cute...ish. But my feet hurt.'-- Stitch Fix.
I forgot I had been influenced one night and signed up for it. Took the weird quiz. Gave them allllll my info (I know!! But I was being influenced!!) And signed up for a quarterly delivery of clothes selected by a 'stylist.'
I was skeptical. I thought, 'They're gonna make me look like a Trump voting evangelical pastor wife.'
The box came last night. I tried them on after the walk with Benson.
I'm keeping them: jeans, blazer, sweater, top, and a pair of white platform Dr Scholl's sneakers that are very orthopedic yet cute.
I'm not mad at it. #FediFitCheck
Foot health is more important than looking cute so today's #FediFitCheck is:
Pink Dansko velcro sandals so my arch is supported and my toes can feel freeeee. π©΄
Universal Standard dark wash denim high rise wide legged trousers. π
Red/navy striped tee (because I love striped tees)
Black sweatshirt that says
Drink coffee
Love dogs
Fight racism
Cute office outfits are dead. Forever.
My green NB shoes got lots of compliments from dudes today.
One even took a picture of them.
Omg I'm so ashy.
We took a lyft to daycare and it was LOVELY.
Ok, Benson went a little nuts because of his muzzle, and was too big for the footwell he needed to sit in, but he eventually calmed down. The driver, who looked like a roadie for Limp Biscuit (sp? Bizkit? Biscit? Whatever. You know what I mean.) was cool.
Adorably, Benson was a little clingy when I handed him off. He's usually ready to bounce into their care. This morning, he wanted to stick by me. Probably because of his π© situation.
And now I feel like a bad dog mom because I didn't take some extra time to soothe him out after the car ride. Being a Mama is hard.
I look cute, though.