Three years ago, during August, I wrote a post -which I am too lazy to look for so I can link back to- about how I was mourning the loss of my maxi dresses and jeans. I thought I had a dress code during law school.
During orientation, I found out that we didn't.
Three years later, 74.2 pounds down, I don't really have a decent business professional wardrobe.
Truthfully, I'm not entirely sure how I pulled this off.
It isn't because I didn't have law school functions that required me to dress business professional.
But somehow, I escaped the last three years without having a decent business professional wardrobe.
Maybe it was the fact that I have been in the business world already and I was protesting the return to it as long as possible.
Or maybe it was the fact that I lost a bunch of weight and didn't really want to spend the money on business clothes because things don't fit for a long period of time, so why spend the money?
Or maybe it is my inner hippie protesting because business clothes really aren't that fun.
Either way, I have a problem.
This last semester of law school is not going to be spent in the classroom, but in the courtroom. I have to dress business professional.
And I am not kidding when I say I don't have clothes to get me through a week.
I don't even have a traditional black suit.
And here's a quick side note for ya... While I want to be an attorney and feel like it is a calling for me, I do not entirely enjoy wearing the clothes that go along with it. It could have something to do with the fact that the clothes that look good on me, make me look like a Republican. I don't say this to brag, but I can pull off the Jackie Kennedy look like nobody's business. The problem is that now this is the Republican's way of dressing. I don't want to look like a Republican. My favorite outfit is jeans, t-shirt, flip-flops and a hoodie. Not exactly courtroom material.
But I also don't want to dress like a hippie in a courtroom either. (I'm sure somewhere my hippie card is being pulled for review right now.)
I also realize that I just wore some of y'all out with that whole mess. Living in my head is a trip sometimes I tell ya.
Back to the original point. Well, pointSSSSS.
Here is what you need to know from this post:
- I need business clothes. I want to look like Jackie Kennedy meets Olivia Pope. And I don't want to break the bank. (I am still a poor law student after all.)
- I am in mourning officially because my casual wearing days are in fact numbered. (Yes, I'll get a reprieve during the bar, but really, it doesn't count. I want a job after I finish the bar.)
- This is a first world problem if ever there was one. I realize that number two is not really something to whine about, but I am.