As mentioned before, I despise suits of any kind on me. My hubs wears them to work most days and looks quite handsome. However, the mere thought of a match-matchy jacket and skirt with a button down shirt has me start itching all over. I’m not sure what exactly it is that causes that “Carrie Bradshaw in a wedding dress” nervous breakdown. I think it’s part the lack of creativity a suit allows, the sad looking fabrics and colors available and mostly the price of buying the rat race “uniform”. While I am on most days extremely conscientious about following rules and can have some anxiety with my perfectionist tendencies, I have these pockets of rebellion with a side of fighting authority. I guess suits fall into this category.
That’s where the leopard, peplum and lace come into play. Perfectly professional and appropriate for my dress-up days. And more importantly, perfectly me.