Remember my Ms. Frizzle costume from 2009? I brought the skirt suit back from my parents' place this weekend with the intention to breaking it up and integrating it into my wardrobe. You know, that thing Stacy and Clinton don't like us to do. My mother was dubious about the skirt, and down right insistent that the top was just too much. Once again, I took my mother's opinion as a challenge.
It's kind of odd that I defy my mother's fashion advice, but I found myself, all weekend, desperately seeking my parents' approval of my employment strategy. Of course, I didn't come out and ask: "is this a practical idea?" or "should I not be so quick to jump to these resources" or "what would you recommend" so they didn't offer up any meaningful commentary besides the usual comments of support. I can't quite figure out why I am suddenly lacking my usual independent streak. Perhaps because this new venture of "career" is outside my usual frame of reference.
So what do you think? Of course, I do mostly mean of the shirt (too weird? too awesome?), but any job advice you have, well, I'm in no position to disregard it!