Jeans and Stillettoes

I never thought of myself as a particularly stylish person. I've always been very laidback and casual in my dressing.

Heck, till some years ago, my dress sense was actually cringeworthy ... I look at some old pix and I can't imagine what I was THINKING when I bought that stuff!!!

The last few weeks though, have been refreshingly pleasant in that regard. I am going to blow my own trumpet here a bit (and I am allowed on my own blog if no where else)

The last few weeks I have received so many compliments on the way I dress that I might have gotten a little big-headed. (Which, I must add, is partially due to the fact that I seriously reconsidered my choice of workwear recently, but more on that later)

There is at least one Male who is totally obsessed with my choice of footwear and insists on being shown what shoes I am wearing on any given day our paths cross. Had a very funny moment today leaving a meeting whereby Male suddenly realized he hadn't seen my shoes and demanded a look. So there I am, balancing overstuffed handbag in one hand and laptop in the other, thinking 'Hm, how do I do this?'. I put a foot forward and give a peek (of my very beloved new acquisition, I must add: GodBless Victoria's Secret). He complained that my jeans were too long and he couldn't see the whole item. *sigh* Some tricky rebalancing, laptop shifting to hand already occupied with handbag and very discreet lifting of jeans to display the 'whole item'. Male left THAT meeting very content and very much in approval of my choice of footwear ... yet again.

Same shoes, another day, girls in another department totally oohing-aahing over. "Can I try it one?", "You have some real guts wearing shoes like this ... I could never carry it off", "Where did you GET these?!". LOL

Not bad for a pair that cost $39 plus shipping. If any of you gals is interested in talk-worthy paira stillettos, here's the link: http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/application/prodDisplay/?namespace=productDisplay&origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&event=display&prnbr=ZN-207516&page=5&cgname=OSSALSDLZZZ&rfnbr=2868

Back to me and my 'style' for now, though. A few weeks ago I made an unintentional fauxpas that could have turned out real ugly, but turned out more to be a clear victory on my end (so someone IS watching over me after all!):

Annual dinner for company. Somewhere on the invite it DID say to wear dressy/formal workwear. Ofcourse, me being the way I am, did not read that bit. So I show up in a very funky Fuschia dress bought from Bershka (85 dhs!). And I walk into a sea of black dresses and skirt suits.

Damn.

I feel out of place for about five seconds until ALL eyes turn on me ... in a good way! That was two months ago and I still bump into people who rave about my 'smart' decision to wear such a funky outfit. LOL

So it was a few days ago that I finally decide I have HAD it with the corporate uniform of formal (read: uncomfortable) trousers and stiff collared shirts. Those things are a bitch to iron and how many times have I cheated and shown up at work with trousers without a sharp crease or tried to hid an unironed shirt under a jacket. Screw that. I'm more of a jeans kinda gal and to hell with anyone who tries to tell me otherwise.

So I twist my wardrobe around and show up for work in *gasp* jeans!

Don't get me wrong though .. it's still work and there is still a corporate image to uphold .. and that's where the fitted jackets come in.

Turns out, it might be the fact that I am looking 'different' from the sea of coordinated suits, or maybe simply the fact that I am for the first time entirely comfortable with what I am wearing for nine hours a day straight: the audience is loving it.

For one thing, all my shoes go better with my jeans. Damn my stilletto obsession :) But GodBless the common ol' jean and the five inch heel for making a petite girl look leggy.

I just might have stumbled on a winning combination here though. Damn, I FEEL good in dem jeans and heels and jacket. Not to forget the afore mentioned compliments I receive. *blush* Yes, modesty was never one of my strengths anyway.

LOL ... I even attended a meeting with The Big Bosses just to gauge their level of approval (or lack thereof) of jeans on A Day That Is Not Thursday, and you know what? I don't think they even give a tiny rat's ass what I wear. And if they don't, WHY SHOULD I TORTURE MYSELF WITH TROUSERS ?!!!

Never again.

Never EVER again.

(PS: Soon, I will put up a post about my nine pairs of shiny new footwear courtesty Victoria's Secret. So bring on dem anoynmous comments about me being shallow .... )

Chooper

Of all the things I never thought I'd live to see, this one was definitely not on the list ... and it shoulda been right up there at the top:

A chopper landing next to my car.

Really.

One minute, I am flying down SZR at 160 and the traffic starts piling up till I'm down to about 60. In the fast lane and I see a chopper flying low. Really low.

"It realy shouldn't be flying this low," I think to myself and before I know it, in a swirl of sand, IT LANDS RIGHT NEXT TO ME!

Well, not right next to me if oyu count the hard shoulder next to me, and then the road divider and then the hard shoulder on the opposite side of the road. But for simplicity's sake ... RIGHT NEXT TO ME!

Sand is being swirled about and rises up in huge, impenetrable walls and I slam the brakes hoping the tinted Beamer behind me doesn't ram into my ass.

It doesn't.

Quite surreal that was.

And that is my way stating my denial of the fact that it was yet another day on SZR with yet horrible traffic accident with yet another fatality.

There was a horrible bike accident on SZR a few mornings ago. Deceased was on a bike. Heard he was decapitated. Then, heard he was the cousin of a colleague. Saw colleague today. How life goes on.

Why is my post about choppers and decapitations?

Because there is so much on my mind right now that I cannot even begin to think about penning it down.

Virtual

Right now, there is much stress. There's good stress and there's bad stress. A rose by any other name ... *sigh*

'Nobody's perfect," he said. "And perfection is overrated."

"Perfect is boring," I judged.

And added "Lately though ... boring don't seem too bad."

Not really BPC.

Did you forget what being BPC was all about? About doing a new thing every minute? About OnceUponATime in a VirtualWorld telling VirtualFriends you want to see five new countries every year? How many years ago was that? And how many new countries have you seen since then?

Let me tell you: it's been just about five years and you have seen ... let's see ... ONE new country.

So 'boo' on you. Boo on your face and boo on saying Big Things That Fall Flat on your Face.

But do VirtualProclamations even count? Let's put it in perspective ... if the VirtualWorld mattered, then the VirtualFriends should have mattered too (and viceversa). And they did. And that's why BPC ran away. Somethings are better left ... for lack of a better word ... Virtual.

Speaking of Virtuality ... isn't it odd how you can be so comfortable with someone in the virtual world and then when he sits in front of you at lunch, it's so not the same thing? You share a pasta for Pete'sSake (howzat for breaking the ice?!) but nope, something's amiss.

He observed that. I overanalyzed. He told me off.

LOL (or as he would say: Laf)

BPC's getting a LOT of telling off these days. Am I subconciously seeking rebuke these days?

Am I?

Bigger Question: Do I need it?