Indulge me in a bit of a rant here.Yes, I know I haven’t posted regularly in over a week, but it’s coming back.
I recently had my first professional interview. Preparing for it, I looked in my closet and was a bit dumbfounded that I had absolutely nothing to wear. No shoes, no suit, not even a blouse to go under a suit. Oi. So I had to go shopping.
Let me first make it clear – I. Hate. Shopping. Unless it is book or yarn/fiber shopping. Grocery shopping is only made palatable by a drink from Starbucks. Clothes shopping…let’s just say my wardrobe (or lack thereof) is evidence enough. Some jeans that fit nice and a handful of t-shirts and tops in my favorite colors, and that’s enough shopping for me.
Unfortunately, I had to shop on a deadline. There was no getting frustrated and giving up for the day. The interview was the very next day (yes, I put it off) and I had nothing to wear.
I did eventually find something, after umpteen phone calls to a friend who endured all my whining with a very good grace. That leads me to my rant though – why is professional attired for a woman so much more complicated than that for a man? A guy can put on a nice suit, plain shirt and tie, and so long as he’s not wearing Air Jordans, he’s good. Meanwhile I had to worry if the blouse I picked was too casual, too cheap, too sexy, if the shoes were too old-lady, too New York, do they hurt my toes, do they make me look ten feet tall? Then there’s the jewelry. Not too traditional, but not screaming, has to be gold because silver looks terrible on me. And my hair. I have what can only be called a mane, because without regular trimming or at least ironing the whole thing it just looks kind of hippie crazy. Last cut was in March. Oi the second. I finally decided I had no real choice except to flip the ends under and leave it down to look even halfway professional.
WHY must it be so complicated? I think I looked fine in the end, but I spent hours and enough money on it to make me swear off eating for weeks. Meh.