The Dreaded Question – What to Wear?

The Dreaded Question – What To Wear?

As a woman in the corporate world It’s always a challenge to decipher what to wear. Why does it take so much time to make that decision and it keeps rolling around every 24 hours?

Many professional women have expressed the same frustration. We even discussed a great business opportunity that has yet to be explored that would simplify the life of the working woman greatly: have a fashionista visit our homes, review our existing wardrobe, and make recommendations for any missing staples. After the consultation, put together a style book with recommended outfits displayed in a digital album that could easily be reviewed and duplicated by us on a busy work day. Problem solved.

Mark Zuckerberg the founder of Facebook, has it down. Jeans and a tee shirt is his preferred uniform. It is accepted and admired – Steve Jobs started that trend. There are no famous women who do that. Hillary Clinton and her famed trouser suit is the only one that comes to mind. She was not revered for her wardrobe.

Are women are held to a higher standard generally when it comes to our appearance, or do we women hold ourselves and one another to this higher standard? I have gotten major feedback on how I appeared on stage at times, and not all of it has been kind. “I’m doing my best here,” I want to yell when I stumble across the comments, or when they are communicated directly to me, which is even more disturbing.

There is more to me than what I wear.

I grew up in a home with 6 women, and my Mom was definitely a fashionista. She once had a leather suit that she designed made to her specifications – a skirt and jacket – and it was fabulous. In a small town in the south of Ireland she was not the norm. She would regularly say, “you are not leaving the house in that, are you?” or “Did you forget your lipstick?”  It was annoying at the time, but my sisters and I did learn quickly about grooming. A military-type fashionista assessing my wardrobe daily caused fairly nifty positive results. I don’t regret my mother’s critical eye. I learned to quickly took care of those less-than-polished things, and eventually my style became somewhat effortless.

Good habits follow us through our lives and help us in times of stress. I’m trying to teach my children these seemingly minute little strategies so they they can enjoy the little things in their lives.  We have two choices when we leave the house: looking like a slob, or nicely put together.

I prefer the latter. Thank you Mom!

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