I wish my camera phone didn't make noise. Because then, I could take a photo and share with you the glory that is the moomoo a coworker of mine wore to work today.
I didn't think moomoos existed anymore. Is that even how one spell's it? (A Google search turned up a better spelling of "Muumuu" for all intents and purposes. Yet, "moomoo" feels more accurate.
I am not a fashionista. I could care less about something that appears on a runway, unless it has something to do with the plane I'm about to board, I suppose (and then I'm thinking safety over style... I'm digressing).
Anywaaaaaaay ... Come. On. A moomoo?
I've always associated the fashion mistake that is the moomoo with my mom... who is a human mistake walking in all aspects of life. She used to wear them all the time, but I've got to give her props in that I can't ever remember her wearing the moomoo out of the house.
Unless the driveway counts. *remembers neighbors reactions...* Okay, yeah, it counts. But, more digression...
My coworker is not an unattractive woman. And I know her fashion sense is a wee less than mine, given that I've seen the intricate patterned (read: colorful cat) sweaters she's worn. But... the moomoo? She came to my desk to discuss... something, I'm really not sure what, because I couldn't stop staring at the full turtlenecked, long-sleeve, skirt-to-the-floor moomoo she was wearing.
Obviously, human resources departments should take such distracting clothing choices into account when writing dress codes into the books.
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