I work in a law firm. Not as a lawyer, let’s be clear right away.
The dress code is anywhere from jeans to power suits from the secretaries to the partners.
I hardly see clients, or go to meetings with my peers, and yet, I’m old. Old fashioned. And law firms are generally late to anything trendy, so we have a simpatico relationship that way. I dress more on the formal side most of the time.
Today, however, I have a lunch date with my bf. I’m pretty excited about that. We met for lunch a few times last summer, but because of his work schedule, it was not an option to meet for lunch over the winter months.
So, today I chose to wear a dress. It’s a dress I’ve worn to the office before, so I didn’t think I projected anything different by wearing it, but it IS killer on me for some reason.
I mentioned to my work bestie that I had a date for lunch and she said, “That’s why you’re so fancy today.”
I admit I spent quite a bit of time thinking over what to wear. I want my bf to see me in my work clothes. I think they look better than the shabby clothes I wear to go fishing on the weekend. We are just about the same height, so, I also thought hard about the shoes I am wearing. I like to wear heels, and do often at the office, but if I wear them, I will be taller than him. I chose the heels anyway.
My bf gets to dress casually for his work, but one time he had a funeral to go to, and he made a point of putting on his nice suit early enough so that I could see him in it before I left his house.
Similar thing. We are not just the casual fisher-people we are on the weekends. We dress up sometimes. Apparently it’s important to show each other. Calling Dr. Freud?
Oh, screw it. I have a fabulous lunch to attend!