I really, really do. We were watching the indie film 'Juno' the other night and the character Juno is a little bit
'alternative' there's a small part ( I promise I am not giving anything major away here), where Juno let's us know that all jocks really want the 'alternative' chick. My Fancy said 'That's me and you, your Juno hon."
It's true he's a jock and I am a fashion girl, not really 'alternative' but what would you call a girl that comes up with Dancing elephants and a Time Machine? Hmmm? Well, this is what made me REALLY love him. I officially start my job tomorrow. I know you'd think with all my belly aching I would be full-on there but no. This is where the dilemma is. I only had enough corporate clothes to get me through my interviews and the few days that I had to come in to set-up my office, after that I have nada. rien.zip. I mean, I have had my own business, I have been working in fashion, you know what my uniform has been? The hot jeans of the season, t-shirt and flip flops. I am duly unprepared. I don't know why this didn't occur to me weeks ago.
This morning I was frantic, I needed to buy clothes--STAT. I spent eight hours looking for appropriate gear. I don't like to shop. I mean I like to shop for paint, glue, scissors kind of things, but not clothes. All my clothes prior have been perks of my career, but not gonna work in the workplace. Cocktails perhaps corporate luxury brand-N-O.
At 4p.m. The Fancy called 'How are you doing?" "Miserable, I can't find anything. I don't know where corporate people shop. Banana Republic? I find things and they look good on the rack and I try them on and I look horrible, my feet are bleeding from looking!" This is what he says (with all sincerity in the world), "That's not possible, you could never look horrible, even if you tried. Just find two dresses and you'll be good, go to Lohemans." For those of you who don't know Lohemans' (I didn't) it's a discount retailer, they sell Marc Jacobs for 80% off! Of course there was nothing in my size (all those skinny B's got there before I discovered the joint), how in the heck did my jock Fancy know about Loheman's? Who cares? I found what I needed and 3 hours later exited Loheman's (it takes FOREVER to check out there).
When I got home, My Fancy made dinner (granted they were frozen pizzas, they were the best I ever had). I was quiet during dinner and he asked in a soft voice, "What's wrong now?" I sob, "I'm scared. I am scared I'll get fired and I will suck and then I'll have a closet full of slacks, button down shirts and blazers for nothing!" He looked at me very confused and answered, "How can you be scared? Aren't you the best in the world at what you do?" And my lovelies, this is why I love my Fancy. He's not perfect, but he's perfect for little 'ol neurotic me.
The "Jock' and the girls...
'alternative' there's a small part ( I promise I am not giving anything major away here), where Juno let's us know that all jocks really want the 'alternative' chick. My Fancy said 'That's me and you, your Juno hon."
It's true he's a jock and I am a fashion girl, not really 'alternative' but what would you call a girl that comes up with Dancing elephants and a Time Machine? Hmmm? Well, this is what made me REALLY love him. I officially start my job tomorrow. I know you'd think with all my belly aching I would be full-on there but no. This is where the dilemma is. I only had enough corporate clothes to get me through my interviews and the few days that I had to come in to set-up my office, after that I have nada. rien.zip. I mean, I have had my own business, I have been working in fashion, you know what my uniform has been? The hot jeans of the season, t-shirt and flip flops. I am duly unprepared. I don't know why this didn't occur to me weeks ago.
This morning I was frantic, I needed to buy clothes--STAT. I spent eight hours looking for appropriate gear. I don't like to shop. I mean I like to shop for paint, glue, scissors kind of things, but not clothes. All my clothes prior have been perks of my career, but not gonna work in the workplace. Cocktails perhaps corporate luxury brand-N-O.
At 4p.m. The Fancy called 'How are you doing?" "Miserable, I can't find anything. I don't know where corporate people shop. Banana Republic? I find things and they look good on the rack and I try them on and I look horrible, my feet are bleeding from looking!" This is what he says (with all sincerity in the world), "That's not possible, you could never look horrible, even if you tried. Just find two dresses and you'll be good, go to Lohemans." For those of you who don't know Lohemans' (I didn't) it's a discount retailer, they sell Marc Jacobs for 80% off! Of course there was nothing in my size (all those skinny B's got there before I discovered the joint), how in the heck did my jock Fancy know about Loheman's? Who cares? I found what I needed and 3 hours later exited Loheman's (it takes FOREVER to check out there).
When I got home, My Fancy made dinner (granted they were frozen pizzas, they were the best I ever had). I was quiet during dinner and he asked in a soft voice, "What's wrong now?" I sob, "I'm scared. I am scared I'll get fired and I will suck and then I'll have a closet full of slacks, button down shirts and blazers for nothing!" He looked at me very confused and answered, "How can you be scared? Aren't you the best in the world at what you do?" And my lovelies, this is why I love my Fancy. He's not perfect, but he's perfect for little 'ol neurotic me.
The "Jock' and the girls...
