Last weekend, my university hosted Literary Eclectic V, an English undergraduate/graduate conference. Not only was I presenting in a panel about Victorian representations of masculinity and sexuality, but I was working the registration table and promoting the conference we will be holding this fall. In other words, I was front and centre on a lot of occasions.
Since my panel was not until Saturday, I felt I could go a bit more casual on Friday. The temperature was starting to warm up, but since I had hive covering my legs from my latest allergy attack, I had to resort to tights. Paired with a nice cotton dress, and a belt, I felt pretty comfortable, but knew the evening would be cold. While I did originally have on a denim jacket, I nixed it for two reasons: first of all, it was too casual, and second of all, the buttons make all kinds of noise that would undoubtedly interrupt the people seated around me during the papers. I decided my choice of jacket would be tongue in cheek: while red tights and a flowered dress don't scream: "academic", there is nothing more cliché than a corduroy blazer! If only it had elbow patches!