Funky Punky

I’m not normal. No, seriously, there is no textbook, stereotypical category that you can fit me into…and that’s just the way I like it. So, being the very non-typical gal that I am, I have no fashion sense whatsoever. Why do you need to know this? It will become clear, bear with me.

Speaking of Bear, my conversation with him is what sparked this post today…but I need to give a little more background to bring this all together. Bear is at a point where he is trying to advance his career and is ready to try the, ‘don’t dress for the job you have, dress for the job you want,’ way of thinking to his business casual wardrobe. 

So a few weeks ago he invested in some better clothes, tailored to fit properly.

He also recently got new glasses, not because of the dressing better thing, just because it was that time. New every two and all. These particular frames are mainly metal with a little bit of purple on the side, near the front. This past Friday he wore a purple shirt to work, it was clean and on top, easy choice.

So, he comes home Friday night and tells me that his boss was giving him shit about matching his accessories. After a good laugh at that, I asked if anyone has noticed his new threads he’s been sporting the past couple weeks…

Him: Yea, they asked me if my girlfriend has been dressing me.

Me: *Laughing* Didn’t you tell them I have no sense of fashion?

Him: *Big smile* Yup, I told them you dress like Punky Brewster.

After I almost peed my pants laughing, I had to admit…he’s not far off from the truth there. I wear a lot more pink than Punky though.