Um, guys? I just bought my first black blazer. At 27. I know- WHAT?
I’ve always hated workwear. Towards the beginning of grad school, I had an awful day when I went to Gap and bought two pairs of slacks (yes, I’d even call them “slacks” instead of “trousers” or “pants”), two button-down blouses, and a grey blazer. I was 21 at the time and about to see my first client, and I had to do something to make myself seem remotely professional and competent. And by that I mean older. True, having a professional job means looking professional, but I was so miserable. I felt like I was playing dress-up, pretending to be someone else instead of being confident in myself.
As soon as I graduated and moved on to private practice, I started wearing a uniform of skinny black pants, brown boots, and a tunic-length sweater. Sound familiar? Anyway, I felt much more me, and that made all the difference. Since grad school, I’ve been trying to get over my aversion to traditional workwear. I’ve always wanted to do the “off duty blazer” thing but just couldn’t find the right one.
And then fate smiled upon me, and I found this baby at a thrift store when visiting Allyson in Napa. It was at the end of a sale rack, sandwiched between two poly-blend Christmas sweaters that would make even the most ironic hipster cry. It may be from the 80’s, and it may have been hanging unused in someone’s closet for 20 years, but it feels like it was made for me. Oh, and it cost $9. Who knew?
To make it feel less blazer-y, I paired it with my favorite thin checked shirt and my trusty (what, you say worn too often? Never!) leather shorts. The end outfit felt very me, if slightly less rumpled. Blazer for the win!