The Evolution

I was walking with my friend the other day (most of you know her as the 22 year old with the piercings)and she told a classmate of mine that she and I are friends because we both wear heels. I'm sure my classmate was thinking "how did these two girls get in to law school?" It made me think, however. So I asked my friend what she thinks we'll look like by the time we graduate. Will we eventually only own black and navy blue suits? Will we start to wear sensible pumps and eventually settle for comfortable flats? Am I going to someday think patent leather is too flashy? I'm scared. My friend and I promised each other we wouldn't let that happen. Today, however, I find myself wearing the clothing equivalent of a mullet. I typically get dressed for work in the morning and then grab a pair of jeans and maybe flip-flops to change into before I get to school (don't worry, I only occasionally change while I'm driving, and unless you're on I-5 south or Terwilliger Blvd. between 1:00pm and 2:30pm, you are perfectly safe). So I grabbed a pair of khaki pants and brown flip-flops this morning because it is hot outside. Yes, that means I'm wearing the shirt I wore to work with khakis and flip-flops. Business on the top, party on the bottom. I am a walking mullet. I must make a conscious effort not to allow myself to settle for courtroom comfort when it comes to clothes. From this moment forward I will not allow "sensible" or "practical" into my wardrobe vocabulary. I am trusting you, my friends and family, to keep me on the fashion-forward path of life. And to take the scissors to my textile mullet in the name of Nordstrom.com