When I was a kid, my friends and I loved playing restaurant. Between all of our basements, we would have a sweet setup of tables, chairs, and fake food that would would serve to our fake guests until all hours of the night. I pretty much decided that being a waitress was my destiny in life.
So then I majored in hotels and restaurants in college, and after a four-stint in the food service industry and several serving gigs, I realized that my childhood dream was actually not my thing. Turns out imaginary people are a lot easier to serve than real people with hungry tummies! Not to mention that when we were kids, we didn't have to work on evenings, weekends, and holidays. We could just quit when we got bored.
Hence, why I now work in an office.
The other day I wore this little ensemble that, after leave my apartment, I thought maybe seemed a little more appropriate for a 1950's diner than a corporate office. All I needed were my plastic cat eye glasses that I wore with a 50's girl outfit in 5th grade. Since I didn't have enough time to take photos in the morning when I left, I hurried outside when I got home to take advantage of the remaining evening daylight, which gets less and less every day. So sad.
This button up houndstooth shirt was a fantastic find at Wears Like New in Hershey, PA. An Express top for two bucks--how could I not buy it? It's actually been sitting in my closet for about a month and a half because I usually don't like the way collared shirts look on me. However, it looked a little less waitress and a little more polished when tucked into a black skirt.
I think the automatic flood light adds a nice touch, don't you think?