After reading the New York State Bar Association’s guidance on resuming work in law firm offices and the Washington Metropolitan Area Transit Authority’s operating schedule for the remainder of 2020, I am wondering when I will be back in my corner office, Monday – Friday . . .
In turn, that makes me wonder why anyone would continue reading a blog about dressing for professional environments at this time.
Should I keep posting? Are clothes still relevant? Or, if not relevant, do they provide an escape?
You tell me. I am not sure.*
In our unseasonably cool spring, I was still wearing wool sweaters on May 10th. Do you remember this off-the-shoulder one previously seen here and here?
Here, I am wearing it with very sloppy khakis. I’ve smartened the pants up (a bit) with an animal print belt.
Every day, I go for a walk just before the dinner hour. Along my route, I pass a house where a gaggle of boys — whose ages range from 10 – 14 — are playing basketball. They’re almost always out at the same time I am on my walk. In all this time (two months) I’ve never seen one of them sink a shot.** I’ve puzzled over why they aren’t improving, but I think someone needs to take them in hand and teach them some fundamentals!
In the area of sport, I’ve always been a big believer in drills and one of my biggest pet peeves in all sport is missed free throws in professional basketball.+
Little Richard died last week and if you haven’t read a little about his life and his impact on rock-and-roll, you might enjoy this story.
In early January 2008, I was in Nashville, Tennessee for a deposition. After checking into my hotel, I was standing in the lobby waiting for the elevator. The elevator doors opened to an astounding sight: a small man, with a significant bouffant, dressed head-to-toe in gold lame flanked by two big men, each dressed head-to-toe in black and carrying two black duffel bags. We stared at one another for a moment and then the man in gold flashed me a 100-watt smile and said, “Happy New Year, Doll!” — which I felt was a good omen for the coming year.++ As soon as I was inside my room I called the front desk to confirm: It was Little Richard. Turns out, he recorded at a nearby studio and was a regular guest at the hotel. Take it from me, if you don’t believe other sources: Little Richard = Charisma.
* Personally, I have been enjoying the high fashion retrospectives of events and designers on Vogue and GoFugYourself.
** This reminds me of the movie Pleasantville and the scenes of the high school basketball team’s practice sessions.
+ I have great sympathy for the missed throws of the NCAA tournament, however. They’re just babies.
++ As it turned out, 2008 was not a very good year for me — but I think it would have been worse without Little Richard’s benediction.