Dressing Myself

Tomorrow my department is supposed to have a brainstorming session at a hotel for the entire day. Each one of us is supposed to do a short presentation on our portfolios to the boss and this is rather a new thing for us.

But you know what is bothering me the most? The fact that the dress code is smart casual. Why? Because I'm wondering what on earth I should wear. Not just dressing but shoes. My only casual footwear is a pair of slippers which I trudged the muddy and poo-caked roads of Cambodia. I am one of those who hates shoe shopping as all the nice looking ones are heeled and uncomfortable.

I wear two pairs of boots to work, one a brown and the other a black to match the pants I wear every single day. To say that I would love to have a uniform to wear to work would define me to the T. But as Karen keeps wondering why I wear boots in such a weather, it's because I can brisk walk easily in one as compared to heels (I believe brisk walking deters snatch thieves) and I can wear socks so my feet won't stink my shoes to high heaven. And even when my feet sweats, it would be contained.

So back to what I am going to wear tomorrow, I still don't know. I have plenty of heels meant for dinners, I have a pair of sport shoes which won't fit the smart casual description and my poo encrusted sandals. And of course my two boots. After the brainstorming session, we're supposed to either go paint balling or go to the Berjaya Times Square Theme Park.

I can't believe I'm related to Karen, the fashion buyer expert. There isn't a drop of fashion sense in my blood. I'm happier sorting out the complications of the new office photocopier/printer/scanner/fax.