oona does it!: all work and no play
oh hello pumpkins! weren't you all just bathed in orange in these past weeks! delicious! look for my wee orange accessory in your honor. and look for my booty in honor of your precocious pinups.
and in sants honor, i bring you this week's oona does it! le challenge:
i'd so dig seeing your interpretation of office wear. my biggest daily chore is getting dressed in the morning for my tragically suit-and tie-office.
oh sants, in between blogging, sewing, and ghostbusting, you work… in suit and tie?! qu'est ce que?
if i worked in an office, i would so bat my eyes for help in all manner of things. i just would. mostly because:
1) i know i could do it myself.
2) which makes getting someone else to do it for me even sweeter…
3) then i get to tell them how to do it BETTER (i.e.: the way i would do it myself.)
not that i'm everyone's type. i would vary between batting my eyes and stomping my feet. a little salt, a little sugar. sort of like joan. making men mad. (i'm finally caught up on mad men. oh how i love the joan.)
beware my stiletto'd booty. and could you reach that box of copy paper for me? NOW.
i thought about making a vest/blouse/skirt combo, with the loud chartreuse pattern as lining, your office sneak peek secret to cheer you up. but good lord. why put this baby on the inside? NO ONE PUTS BABY IN THE CORNER.
firm in my resolve to wear it loud, i decided my office wear needed structure. and bust darts. because ya gotta wear a bra to the office. and i would use a tried and true patterns with clean lines, as i would want to make acceptable outfits up in loud prints, and i'd need to be able to make them quick. like, on a coffee break. that way i'd avoid going off the beaten path and adding snakeskin ruffles or lace insets or what have you. here, i used the same vintage pattern as last week's little black dress.
i feel quite professional in it. what my profession might be is up for discussion. i am in the boudoir. is it too body con for the workplace? but the top is silk, darling sants. and the knit tube skirt is a demure navy. crisp and clean, says i. ignore the wrinkled hem. IGNORE IT, I SAID. or no homemade rum cake for you. (oh yes, i would be that gal as well, plying my co workers with baked goodies and dropping my to-do pile off on other people's desks at five of the clock.)
got a challenge for my ODI to do list? leave it on my desk. i'll get to it. maybe.