in antecovidian times people would pay others to make their "professional" things crisp and wrinkle-free, "drycleaners" they were called. gone the way of the buggy whip.
I recently ditched all but three of my lengths of silk. One to tastefully show my respects to the dead, one to impress people who may pay me to do things for them on a computer, and, finally, one to display that while I'm dressed in the socially acceptable uniform, I still, in fact, have a unique personality.
The Lost City of Slacks
I, for one, love to wake up to find a very personal attack in my inbox!
in antecovidian times people would pay others to make their "professional" things crisp and wrinkle-free, "drycleaners" they were called. gone the way of the buggy whip.
“Shoes of wine” will be my metric henceforth.
<---Team WFH w/ pants and socks.
I’ve worn clothing with a zipper once since March. I donated all my heels in May. There’s no going back.
I recently ditched all but three of my lengths of silk. One to tastefully show my respects to the dead, one to impress people who may pay me to do things for them on a computer, and, finally, one to display that while I'm dressed in the socially acceptable uniform, I still, in fact, have a unique personality.
The socks discovery hurt my pride a little bit.