Last night, we went to an event honoring Adam and about fifteen other people. My biggest conundrum when attending an event is usually what to wear. For this event, the dress code was “professional”. Dress codes seem silly to me sometimes. Not the fact that they exist, I get that. It’s the definitions of the terms. Casual, formal, black tie. Those aren’t tough to figure out but, I mean, what is the exact definition of “professional” these days? I picture pants suits for women. I know that’s not completely accurate, but that’s the very first thing that comes to mind. For the record, I do not own a pants suit. As a freelancer, my definition of professional is nice pants, cute shirt, heels. So that’s what I wore.
I usually go to events, trying to dress as best I can to the dress code and usually feel way too overdressed. I end up going to the event feeling pretty uncomfortable and see a few women wearing something similar to what I wanted to wear and find myself envying them. I’ve recently(meaning today) have decided to dress more to my own definition of the word, not what I think is expected of me. I was a little nervous that I’d feel like I stuck out, but my outfit didn’t make me feel out of place at all. Nope, not at all. Oh, but the showing up at what we thought was on time but was actually thirty minutes late did the trick. Yep! And the event was way smaller than we expected. Of course. I didn’t make eye contact with anyone until ten minutes into the dinner. Luckily it was fine, but that’s the last time I trust an event website, I tell ya. Oh well, at least I felt cute?
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