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You’re Fired!

For Challenge 3 – “Talk Back” – I had planned on this long rant about the 24k gold PS3 recently released. It sells for approximately $4000 and I’m cheesed off just thinking about it. However, *calming breath* I have decided to focus on something that happened to me yesterday instead.

I tried a new hairstyle – sans mirror (I think this is an important piece of information) – done entirely with bobbypins. I’ve done variations on this style before but this time I tried to throw in a side part. A deep side part. At the end of the workday I stepped into the restroom to make sure there was no ravioli on my nose or something and realized I was sporting a massive Donal Trump-like comboverish ‘do. It (this is how I will refer to said Trump ‘do for the rest of the post) was awful!

"In the end, you're measured not by how much you undertake but by what you finally accomplish." Oddly profound coming from The Donald.

So here’s my Talk Back. Why doesn’t anyone let me know when I’m sporting a hairstyle that makes me look like a sixty-year-old business tycoon. In a bad way. Shouldn’t there be some sort of Bro code for women that makes it perfectly permissible for one of us to tell another when she’s made a serious fashion no-no without us fearing they’ll be offended? I’m not sure about the rest of you but I want to know when I look like , as my sister would say, A Hot Mess. Yeah, it needed to be capitalized. The whole point, I thought, of shows like What Not To Wear and How Do I Look was to make us all more conscious of how our appearance on a daily basis affects how people perceive us. So, if someone is obviously trying for this :

and comes out looking like this:

or this:

shouldn’t we be able to pull them aside and help? Could that be considered a donation to Dress for Success (a fantastic charity, btw)?

I just think that it’s a shame that we as a nationn have become so tshirt and jeans in our appearance that even our attitudes have become cotton casual. Not that there’s a problem with tshirt and jeans, I rock the look myself. All I’m asking is that we do it with aplomb. As I attempt to “Audrey” myself in style and attitude I’m discovering more and more just how far from true style and grace my casual approach to fashion was affecting my approach to life. It’s only natural that I will stumble from time to time on my road to Classic Elegance. But, when I do fall into It, the quagmire of the full head of hair combover please, please, please! Tell me. Point me to the nearest mirror and suggest I fix It or something of a helpful nature.

You know, there’s this girl I work with who is constantly a walking fashion plate. I see her shoes or her cute little dresses and I want to steal them and then go shopping. What I have to remind myself is that even in her three inch heels, she still only comes to my nose and that if I were to dress like her on a constant basis I would suddenly be 5’8″ and I’d have to straighten my hair everyday. Oh, wait, that’s the look I’m working toward. My point here is that she somehow never seems to have these fashion don’ts happen and I want that same self assurance.

But even she said nothing about It. And that makes me wonder if I’m the only one who saw the Trump of It (even though the hubby agreed when I explained why I was twisting in my chair to catch the light as I took a picture of myself last night) when it so obvious! Of course, I always seem to work with the same people who find glittery Jesus coin banks “Fly.”

So, what I’m trying to get to is that I think we as a people need to empower ourselves to stop fashion don’ts. Would you tell someone they were a fashion no if you knew you could do so without fear of repurcussion or arguing? Wouldn’t you want someone to tell you? Talk back yourself and let me know. Would you want to be told if you were a no? Have you ever told someone and it worked, or just blew up in your face? Let me know.

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