dress: vintagebelt: vintage
tights: urban outfitters
boots: rachel comey
blazer: vintage
it always amazes me the potential that the saddest, most neglected, crumpled piece of clothing can have. i found this dress stuffed into a box and actually thought it was a rag. as i pushed aside polyester and nylon and pulled it out, i realized that it was a 50's day dress. i love the embroidered diamonds and flared sleeves; all it needed was a good washing, new buttons, and a few reinforced seams. now it's good as new!
i decided not to take the job that was offered to me. i don't want to get into the specifics of it, but i will say that i was made to feel like a lesser human because i was...female. not even kidding. as i was walked out to the elevator, he said, "thank your husband for letting you come to the interview today". right, because usually he has me barefoot and shackled to the stove in the kitchen but he decided to let me out today. there were also a couple of remarks about woman's reproductive rights that really left a bad taste in my mouth. i know that it's very difficult to get a teaching job in the middle of the year and that this may have been the only opportunity until the fall, but i don't think that i could work at a school where my superiors viewed me like that. it amazes me that we're in 2011 and it's still impossible for some men to keep their sexist sentiments out of an hour long interview.
