You know that feeling you get around 9, maybe 10 p.m. on a Saturday? Music on, makeup cluttered around the bathroom sink, clothes strewn across the bed (and carpet, and kitchen table, and that futon you got from Ikea). It’s almost the best part of the night — getting ready.
But me? I don’t deprive myself. I get that feeling Monday through Friday. If the thrill of pairing a thrifted skirt with that denim jacket I’ve had since high school can set the tone for me to ignore ol’ dude yelling in my ear on Saturday night, it can set the tone for me to handle disgruntled [readers/customers/constituents/randomly loud people] yelling in my ear on Monday morning.
I started this blog because people should know that not all working women in Washington have lipstick stains on their teeth and runs in their stockings (I don’t even own stockings, unless they’re purposefully ripped up or patterned.) And as a recent college graduate, I am qualified to speculate as to why people stay a year or two longer — because the thought of having to wear stud earrings and navy blue everyday makes another year of campus dining seem worth it.
I’m telling you, business casual does not have to be so boring.
