As it turns out, my new office dress code is business casual. And it’s the California variation, which tends decidedly towards the, um, casual.
All to the good at this juncture. First, I’ve gotten spoiled by comfort, what with so much sitting on my sofa. Second, as you know, I’ve focused recently on how to dress well without Chanel. In other words, how to put together a casual wardrobe with a coherent thread of elegance. I expect to be able to dress for work fairly easily, using the clothing at hand.
We shall see, of course, but Plan A is in place. By the way, career hint, always focus on Plan A until it proves untenable. Develop Plan B silently, so as to distract no one. Including yourself.
So, while I didn’t have to cull the suit-filled fields of the Stanford Shopping Center, I did need to pick up a few things. Most of all, new shoes. Because, as it also turns out, I will have the option of walking to work several days a week. Exercise ticks off yet another item on my list of soul-settlers.
As you can imagine, these will not be gracing my feet any time soon.
In fact, I have always worn black, or brown shoes to the office. I bought a pair of red office shoes, but they reminded me too much of shopping. Counter-productive, in the scheme of things.
Actually, most of my shoes have been black. Feet in the office are for walking the halls, being put down firmly when necessary, and grounding one in reality. I do not want anything to pop in my vicinity.
The Black Of It
The Manolo ballet flats, on which I have relied for several years, served valiantly. But they will not do for walking 30 minutes on city streets. These Aerosoles, which shod me quite happily through the streets of Manhattan and San Francisco, are too clod-hopperish for an office. Why have we stopped using the word clod-hopper, I wonder?
My new shoes are from Beautifeel. Dreadful name, but I quite like the shoes. The opposite of good field, no hit. I have lace-ups in hand, the slip-ons are ordered. In a trial long walk to a neighboring suburb, the comfort was pretty much as advertised.
The Tan Of It
These Steve Madden brogues, despite their dark cloud of brand shame, still make the starting lineup. Anyone else notice how talk of work encourages sports metaphors? To say nothing of aggressive harvesting and military action terms? Carpe profit. Old habits die hard.
But Mr. Madden does not himself a brown universe complete. So a pair of Beautifeel Dolis are also on order. Due to ship from Israel at the end of the month.
When you look at my clothes, strewn about, ready for the playing grounds, you see that there’s probably no need for shoe pop. Note the inklings of purple? Began with the J. Crew Liberty print, increased with lavender gingham. I suspect my grayed hair has made room for new shades to join the team.
I believe wholeheartedly that one can make sufficient impression with a subtle approach. I’d rather start quiet and escalate. That applies to career Plan As and Plan Bs, by the way. By my age one has developed a consistent approach across all sorts of territory.
Miu Miu glitter booties via net-à-porter
Manolo ballet flats, and Aerosoles, me. Beautifeel “Kimberly” and “Jennifer” via Footwear Inc.
Steve Madden brogues, me, brown Beautifeel “Doli” via Beautifeel