Some while back, I took it upon myself to acquire about 3 yards of SCREAMING ORANGE corduroy. At the time, my intention was to replace my beloved and utterly worn out orange pants of yesteryear.
Yes, I am the sort of woman who will wear a pair of orange corduroy jeans so often as to actually wear them out.
So I was looking to replace them, and you have no idea how hard it is to find orange corduroy. I’d found some somewhere online and decided “here goes nothin'” and ordered it. It turned out to be several shades more obnoxious than my old jeans and I just couldn’t really feature making an entire pair of pants out of it.
I am apparently constitutionally unable to make a proper, sensible, interview-appropriate, grown-up-lady’s suit.
The closest thing I have is as seen below:
Unfortunately, it is made out of a very heavy weight outing flannel, and while it looks sharp, imposing, and perhaps slightly gangstery, it’s also STIFLING to wear in a normal office setting. I wear the jacket as a coat in middling-cool weather. The pants don’t see much use as they have no pockets and pocketless pants are useless to me.
Then, there’s this ridiculously minty bastard of a ladies-who-lunch suit which I constructed in a desultory fashion over the course of about three years:
Not a-tall sensible unless you are Jacquie Kennedy, whom, of course, I am not.
My other suit is a rather giddy affair with bias-cut flounces and an *ahem* assertive plaid pattern:
One of these days, I swear, I’m going to buckle down and make something sensible and conservatively styled in a nice, coffee-brown herringbone tweed or similar. I really ought to, since my current “interview” suit is this dreadful, boxy Anne Taylor affair with a pencil skirt I can hardly walk in, and a long, insufficiently fitted jacket that makes me look like Strong Mad in pinstripes.