January 13, 2009
Last January, I bought a closet full of dry clean only work clothes for the three college professor jobs that I had just been offered and desperately wanted... but would turn down a few weeks later (because I was pregnant).
I have finally gotten to the point where I can look at the clothes without wanting to throw myself off the balcony. My husband says I'm being dramatic.
"Get over yourself," he told me the other day.
Once I calmed down, I realized that my husband had a point: a lot of very stylish professor wear was going to waste simply because I felt sorry for myself. What lifted me out of the depths of depression was the knowledge that as a stay-at-home mom, my home is my office. Moreover, if I am to truly embrace the idea of working at home, I need to dress appropriately.
Yesterday, I wore my Ann Taylor interview suit to the grocery store. I learned two things from the experience:
1. Dressing nicely doesn't always make you feel good about yourself. I felt more alienated from the processed cheese and imitation crab meat than usual.
2. People weirdly and unfairly expect you to act how you look. No one bats an eye when I'm wearing sweatpants and deposit a loaf of bread in the cereal aisle. For some reason, heels makes it tacky.
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