Where has all the spandex gone?
What is the deal? Every day at some point, I remove my interview suit and throw back on my lounge clothes — some form of spandex-y yoga pants, sweatshirt, running jacket etc. I often keep this outfit on throughout the day, because I am at home alone “working” and don’t feel the need to keep my suit on. However going outside, in the Financial District, is a whole different story.
Seas of navy and navy-ier suits, crocodile briefcases and impatient people scurry about, often clipping me right on my dri-fit sleeves. Where are all the Montana Ave. yoga moms that walk around in mauve-colored Hard Tail pants? Are there really none here? Must I slick my mane into an uneventful bun and throw on some pitiful 1 1/2 inch heels in order to go downstairs and get something to nibble on? (Oh, and my fruit vendor was back in business today.)
