Monday client meeting
Zach, who deems Frat-agonia fleeces and baseball hats his “uniform,” was given the task of assembling a professionally stylish outfit for my client meeting. I was scared.
He started off strong, picking out a purple cable-knit sweater dress with a cowl neck -- a number that I have worn to the office before. “It covers everything up,” Zach explained, “but it’s fitted so you can still sell the sex if your client’s a dude.” Ah, of course!
Despite saying he didn’t understand why women wear belts around their waists, Zach reached for an antique, glitzy gold belt -- not something I’d EVER pair with preppy cable-knit. To make matters worse, he giddily chose a pair of strappy, open-toe high heels covered in gold glitter that I only bust out for black-tie affairs. The entire outfit was the equivalent of ordering a chicken Parm dish with a side of applesauce and a kiwi.