So I call this my ‘museum curator’ outfit. I’ve worn it a few times before (different variations) to the office without blogging it. Do you feel betrayed? I bet you thought I went without clothing on the days that I didn’t blog. That’s only half true, my friends.
For some reason I always put different occupations with my outfits. I have the professional, the rocker, the cool professor. And this one, the museum curator. I don’t know why I think that this is a curator outfit, it most likely is not. But there is something free and creative about this, which I guess in my mind equals curator. Maybe it’s the influence of playing with Barbie dolls for 14 years. (Yeah, I played with Barbie’s till I was 14. My husband knew this and still married me.) It’s like I created these false ideas in my head that an outfit defined an occupation. But after working in the professional world for a few years now, perhaps Barbie wasn’t too far off with that philosophy. I mean doctors have uniforms, right? But maybe there should have been a few tweaks in the line up. Perhaps Casual Friday Barbie with stirrup pants and an oversized t-shirt from a 1993 fun run. Or the Not My Job Barbie who wears crocs with jean capris and a crazy Hawaiian button-down, so you never know quite what she does all day at work. I don’t think that I ever played with the museum curator Barbie, but I did have a McDonald’s Fun Time Barbie complete with a McDonald’s drive thru. I’m not even kidding you, she had a uniform, headset — the whole shebang. This is what dreams are made of, people. Well at least my 10 year old dreams.