- Blazer – Ross
- Shell – Old Navy
- Jeans – Silver
- Invisible Shoes – Hush Puppies
- Necklace – La Mama
["Take Two" of Surreptitious Museum Outfit Shots. Pro: not blurry! Cons: no feet. Also, mysterious orb - probably a ghost - floating on my head. It's a work in progress.]
And now, for a story:
Why I Will Never be Hired to Write About Fashion
The Break Room at Katie’s Museum
Co-Worker #1: ”That’s a pretty shirt, Katie. I like the pattern.”
Katie:” Thanks! I like it, too*, even though it secretly sort of reminds me of the cross-section of a penis.”
*This is where I should have stopped talking
Co-Worker #2: Ummm…
Co-Worker #1: ”I’m surprised you know what the cross-section of a penis looks like.”
Co-Worker #3: ”Really? We are talking about Katie.*”
*I think she was implying that I know a lot of weird things. Not that I go around dissecting manly bits. Although I have done that to a shark…
Katie: “Oh yeah, I had a whole semester of Mammalian Physiology on reproductive organs. I know a lot about penises.”
Co-Worker #4 (male) who just walked in: “…I think I’m going to go eat in the other room…”
Co-Worker #2: “You do realize, that now every time you wear that shirt, we’re all going to be thinking ‘There goes Katie in her secret penis shirt.’”
Katie: “That seems fair.”
Yep, never going to be a fashion writer. Unless Biology of Reproduction is hiring.
Also, here is a picture of my necklace next to a Silver Medal from the 2010 Vancouver Olympics.





















