I have two pretty different looks here today. Directly after my first post I went out on a limb with a handkerchief–a dangerous, dangerous limb.

See, I’m not the kind of girl who can normally wear a handkerchief. In fact, most type of headgear (probably the wrong term) on me essentially makes me look like I’m wearing a wig. It just doesn’t work for me! I also have a habit of constantly playing with my hair, so any headband, hairclip, kerchief, bow or bandana is going to be removed and adjusted a good twelve times in the day, often being abandoned altogether for a nice, comfortable ponytail.

But I wanted to use my blue kerchief. Really badly.

And I had just seen the fantastic photograph of Alexis Bledel as Rosie the Riveter and I got to thinking… I could do better than that.

So I got out my kerchief, spent a few minutes playing with it, and ended up looking like this:

Heck yes. I wore that. And I went out in public. (Another shot.)

For years I’ve amused myself for countless hours finding silly ways to do my hair and makeup (and outfits), only to chicken out and change at the last minute out of an abstract fear of being rejected by society because of how I looked. But I’m secure in myself and my job and my friends and… why the hell not?

So I did. I worked. All day. I recieved quite a few compliments… aaand quite a few stares. I get it. While I’m not absolutely crazy about ‘costuming’ for the everyday, it’s definetly fun on the occasion. It’s very cute because whenever I wear my pearl necklace & earrings and do my hair (psuedo) vintagey… I get many comments from my older customers, which is definetly very fun.

I really try to vary my outfits, and choose which days I’m going to go all out like my “Rosie” day. Since I work 7 days a week (between the two jobs) I normally opt for a much less overwhelming appearance, but I still take the time to wear some sort of jewelry.

Here is a full view of my uniform from the following Saturday:

Khaki pants = the height of sexiness, in my opinon.

See? Black shirt, fugly grandma khakis. I love them so. The number one thing I hate about my work uniform is it’s awakened this love for button-up collared shirts. But I can’t wear them outside of work, because then I’m wearing my uniform! Clearly, my life is filled with difficulties.

S-M-R-T spells SMRT.

Wore my big hoopy gold earrings, rocking blue eyeshadow, and raided Mom’s closet for the small gold chains (the big one, as mentioned before is a gift from my Trucker Uncle. Everybody should have one!). No real comments on my obviously more conservative accessorizing today, but I definetly felt like a rockstar.

Feeling like a rockstar is basically the best way to start out any shift that involves asking someone if they need room for cream in their coffee. How can you be friendly and outgoing while feeling like a janitor?