Punk Rock Professional

I always knew that somewhere beneath the Theory suits and multiple blackberries, was the same girl that had green and purple highlights circa 1996. Thanks to Pandora, I've re-discovered bands like Less than Jake and Squad Five-O: combine that with watching last night's Grammy's, and therein lies the blame/credit for my ensemble.

Plaid vintage kilt, cashmere cardigan, Kate Spade mary janes--it all started innocent enough. First came the hosiery decision: plain black tights or textured Betsey Johnson tights (found on clearance at Marshall's). Since it's Monday, I thought I'd jazz things up a bit with the textured tights. Ya know, live life on the edge, right? Or something like that....

It was actually looking like I might make it to work on time, when I realized that I couldn't find my black camisole or any plain black tops for that matter. As panic set in, the wheels in my pea brain started turning. I dug through my dresser drawers et voila! You know that feeling, when you chuckle to yourself because you know you're doing something that you probably shouldn't, and if your friends were there, they would just give you the look? Hehehehehehe.

Today, beneath my prim, proper, buttoned-up cardigan, I'm sporting a silver skull shirt; I kind of feel like Abby from NCIS, minus the pigtails and spiderweb tat. If you saw me at the water cooler, you probably wouldn't notice anything different; however, as I rock out in my cube, I know what lies beneath the buttons, and that's all that matters.