I Hate Theme Days

So today is a theme day. The department has always had Hawaiian Shirt Fridays. I have never participated - I do not own anything that even resembles a Hawaiian shirt, nor do most women in America. Paying homage to the casual Friday, I wear jeans.

With the start of the hockey and football seasons, the team decided to change Hawaiian Shirt Day to Jersey Day. Again, I do not own this in my wardrobe. Even if I did, I would not wear it to work - only games.

One of the other females in the office suggested we have a theme day that is not gender specific. After some hoots and hollers about Catholic School Uniform Day and Nurse Day, we thought of Funny Shirt Day. We can wear a humorous tee shirt. We would dress it up with a jacket over it or a shirt underneath.

I only own one "funny shirt":



I got it from one of my favorite work distractions. Love it, it's funny, it's snarky, it's orange.

It requires a great ensemble to go with it. One cannot proclaim that one hates another's outfit if one is wearing a stupid outfit.

I try it with a denim blazer and my zebra skirt, some funky pointy magenta heels, smoky eye, disheveled hair. I think I look fun. the Husband says I look like Alice Cooper at a tag sale.

I try it with my black leather skirt, a thin white long sleeved tee underneath, a few silver chains around the neck, black ankle boots. I think I look like hipster grunge rock star. The Husband asks if I have been smoking anything - I look like I dressed after a pint of tequila. He asks why I don't make it more... simple.

Simple? But I am snarking! I need to look fashionista! I need to look fierce!

"But honey, you work for a computer company that is a government subcontractor. Lipgloss is fierce in that environment."

True. But I just feel... false if I wear that shirt with a boring ensemble.

I ended up in a pair of jeans from The Gap that had a vintage wash. Very very long. My tan snakeshin pointy heels, a tan motocross inspired canvas jacket with brown stitching, gold hoops and a gold bangle. the smoky eye was muted with a Q-tip.

I didn't feel fabu, but people told me I looked fabu.

This weekend's project: find a non-fashion mentioning funny shirt.