Most of my friends who see me on a somewhat regular basis know that I have a wide variety of clothes. I have become a bit more conservative in my dress than from my high school days, but I still have quite a few ensembles that I can put together.
I recently was at a class that offers tips for getting a job and didn’t think too much about what I was wearing: boot cut jeans, a pink striped shirt, and cowboy boots. Well, I didn’t think to much about it at the beginning.
We had a task where we went through a mock interview. We were video taped and afterwards, as a class, we discussed what went well and what needed to be worked on. After my video the class, four middle-aged men and two middle-aged women, offered their suggestions and compliments. After a discussion one of the men raised his hand and said,
“You need to sit up, you’re a good ol’ cowgirl; sit up!”
I smiled; I had noticed that I had been slouching, but I was amused that my outfit—probably just the boots—had prompted an ideal of how I should be. Well, the smile was mostly because I have always wanted to be mistaken as a cowgirl. I’m going to have to wear my cowboy boots more often.
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