so you all know that i've had wardrobe issues at work before. ahem. well, the work week has kicked off with yet another reason why i should really just hire a personal shopper already. i completely overslept this morning and was rushing around like a madwoman to get out of the house as quickly as possible (and those of you who know me know that i am a horrible rusher. seriously). i decided to wear a new black shirt that i bought at the outlets a few weeks ago, a cute little cap-sleeved tee with ruching on the front that i found at white house black market. sounds good so far, yes? well in my desperate attempt to rail against my own bad-rusher stereotype, i apparently didn't time the time to look at myself in the mirror before leaving because this shirt? the cute little cap-sleeved tee? with ruching on the front?
...is, um, a bit low-cut. as i sit at my computer and look down i can totally see my (pathetic excuse for) cleavage.
[cringes, puts on work sweater and tries to adjust shirt to show minimize appearance of pathetic cleavage]
i mean, we're not talking like X-rated low-cut. but still, low-cut enough that i am going to be hyper-conscious about it all day and constantly tugging on the back hem of the shirt so that it rides up a bit in the front.
sigh. i think i have a case of the mondays...
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that's alright jen -- you are in a creative environment. i've seen some cleavage in my office -- from those who have less modest busoms nonetheless -- even full on bra showings. so it's cool -- show it off!
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