If I worked in a corporate workspace with a strict dress code, I would probably be the saddest person in an already very sad office. It’s not the blazers or the pencil skirts I have an issue with. I would gladly channel Meghan Markle à la Suits on a day I feel like it. To make it EXTRA saucy, I would throw on black patent leather pumps, my MAC Ruby Woo, and glasses that I reserve for my geek chic looks, but that’s beside the point. I would hate that work space ‘coz the thought of having to wear the same thing every day is just plain depressing to me. And no, I don’t mean to trivialise depression in any way – I genuinely think of fashion and putting outfits together as a hobby that brings me immense happiness. I would feel very deprived if the opportunity to do so was taken away from me. The best part about fashion is having fun with it – playing with colours, silhouettes, being Zoey Deschanel one day and Beyoncé the next!
So it’s only fitting that I am in a job that gives me the utter freedom to wear whatever the f** I want. Let me give you an example of exactly how cool my job is. Last month, I had to dress up in cool clothes every day of the week for an “assignment.” Take that, you self-proclaimed deck-stroyers! Don’t believe me, you can read all about it here.
I live with one such deck-stroyers. My flatmate works in a very hoity-toity corporate giant and has taken it upon herself to come up with very creative ways to make fun of how I dress to work to mask her jealousy because well, she’s in for a life lived in shift dresses, all day, err day, while I spend my summer letting my legs breathe in teeny tiny shorts.
Here are my favourite “insults” she has thrown at me from time to time.