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Adjusting to power-suit, carry-your-heels-in-a-bag-and-put 'em-on-at-work San Francisco style has been a challenge for me. I'm no mess, but Comfort is high on my list of priorities nestled in between Being a Loyal Friend and Eating Meat.

So when I went shopping on Haight and found a cheap dress that could ALSO work for work, I was really excited. I wore it with thick gray stockings (obviously) and flats.

Halfway through the day I was approached by one of the older women at work. She suggested I wear pants underneath my dress next time or maybe even, "one of those cute legging things that are so popular nowadays". I couldn't tell if I was embarassed that she thought I was trying to flaunt the cooch or offended that she was giving me style tips. (She wears bongo brand platform slippers!!)

I went home, dusted my mirror and really gave this issue some serious consideration.



Upon closer inspection, and a lot of bending over, I realized that the dress is INDEED too short.



Lesson: What is good for ventilation isn't always good for reputation.