Last week I had a tricky meeting to attend. I had to be assertive but friendly. Passionate but articulate.
I wasn’t sure how the meeting would go. It was important and potentially far-reaching.
It was, in short, tricky. And I was a power player in it. I had to have my game on. Perform.
After abluting myself in the early morn and getting my thoughts together, I turned to my wardrobe. I am someone who does a better job if she’s looks the part.
I didn’t want to wear my ‘mom’ uniform of a tank top, sweat pants and tennis shoes. (That really is me depicted up in that header.)
But I didn’t want to be too formal either. I opted for a pair of blue culottes and a blue top.
But then I got to my feet.