So did you know that some of you are not on Instagram?
A damn shame.
(For serious, though. If you’ve got an iPhone, you must run immediately and download the free app and then immediately follow me {mrshiggison}…there are gems here you are missing. GEMS! Hey Dad- you can add it to your iPod too. <- my Dad is cooler than your Dad.)
Aaaaaaaanyway…I decided to do a refresher course here for any new followers. (hi new followers!) So on Instagram there’s a group of women (lately though not that many of us, what’s up with that?) who share their working mom style by documenting our outfits daily. Since my mornings are insane & since the lighting in my bedroom is horrific at best, the only time I can get a full-length mirror shot is at the office. No big deal, right? WRONG.
I take pictures in the men’s bathroom at work.
What? Stop looking at me like that. It’s the only place with a full-length mirror. I really don’t get it either, so don’t worry. I discovered it by accident one day and since then have declared it fair game…when all the sales guys have left for the day. One of these days I’m going to get caught in there and I haven’t quite rehearsed my explanation enough. So directly behind (in front of?) the mirror, there is also a urinal. For the first few weeks of my #officefashionshow pictures, I strategically placed myself to hide the urinal. Then one day I forgot. And there was a lot of o_O looks and some WTF?! and a lot of “umm…why are you in the men’s room?”
If you know me at all, you’ll understand the amount of laughter this produced for me! Yessssssss!! Finally [in]famous for sheer stupidity! Life’s dream realized! ::does the dougie::
Just kidding…I don’t know how to do the dougie:)
So here we are, you’re up to speed. Now, would you like to see some of these #urinaledition pictures? Yes. Yes you would.
To be fair, this looked much less frumpy when I put it on in the morning.
And this sweater is hella cool and you can’t even tell. Harumph.
(all pieces of this outfit were thrifted or gifted. except the glasses. thanks, benefits!)
Moving on…
BOOM! Channeling a little Angelia Jolie from the Oscars. Only I actually EAT FOOD and junk. Seriously, Angelina…what is with your arms? Skeletor disapproves.
You can tell from the look on my face that I’m feeling very snazzy in this outfit. These pink tights are a highlight of my closet, I must say. Putting them on always forces me to bring something cool to the table because you just can’t do these tights ironically.
(skirt is from H&M in Helsinki a bajillion years ago/ boots from Le Chateau/ tights new from Value Village/ rest of outfit, thrifted)
This one is a stretch for me. I’m just not sure.
I love this shirt. Completely. But I’m wondering if the ruffle on the bottom + the elastic in the middle is too much for me? I put a belt on it…because that’s pretty much what I do when I’m just not sure what to do. Put a belt on it.
That’s my PSA: don’t like your outfit? Put a belt on it.
(all portions of this outfit thrifted or gifted. best gift? Pandora bracelet. Thanks, Heather.)
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So there it is. My friend, the Urinal. Proof that you can be unprofessionally professional if you hide it well enough. You’re welcome. And, because I kind of promised, here’s a picture of a new jacket I scored….fo freeeeeeeeeee!
hi Steph!
