I'm presentable. Professional. My shirt fits well, and my slacks have a nice drape. I even have an interesting pattern mix (Glen plaid on the slacks, red/white textured stripe on the shirt). I'm not too happy with my shoes (boring, essentially).
But I'm presentable.
Normally, this isn't too much of an issue. I can chalk it up to "I hate my closet," and move on, knowing that a good part of Washington is less put together than me (no, I'm not a snob, just trying to make myself feel better).
So there I was, happily reading the Express on the Blue/Orange Line platform at Metro Center when I spotted the shoes.
First of all, I'm irritated because I don't want to like the wedge (I think people walk funny in them). But these were light, elegant, curvaceous, and delightfully summery. So much so that I spotted them halfway down the platform. Espadrille-style heel, with much more curve (makes the calf look great), and cheeky little crossover cutouts in white leather. Just a hint of toe. (I suspect they might be Steve Madden; I'll browse the web later to see if I can find them.)
The wedges were topped off with a crisp white skirt suit - a-line skirt, short jacket, dusty pink cami (?). Flippy, flirty blonde beach hair. Just such a well done summer office ensemble.
Sigh. And I in my plaid. Ugh. Total Outfit Envy.