Vest Matters

I’m a hypocrite. I made one of my friends get rid of their vests because I said they were only for cigar smoking in the office, men who call women “dames,” newspaper editors that are in Cary Grant movies. A few months later, I was happy just minding my own business and picking out an outfit, when I realized um, I own a vest. Not a full-on sweater vest because Sweet Baby Jesus we are never going back to those dark days, but a vest nonetheless. 

Striped Top: Urban Outfitters (similar) (similar)
Vest: American Apparel (similar for $5!) (similar)
Jeans: Old Navy (exact)
Shoes: Dillards (similar) (similar)
Earrings: The Added Touch (similar) (similar)

I also think the top half of this outfit is what I would wear if I worked in a old-timey newsroom with a bunch of men smoking cigars and calling me “dame” because you know, equality and such. But of course if I was Cary Grant would come in, all jock-ish like in His Girl Friday, then make me fall in love with him in a movie all based around a newsroom and the premise that exciting news and crime can reunite old lovers. Oh wait, you didn’t get all of that from this outfit? My bad. Carry on with your Wednesday.