>Dress Up Day…Posted: March 7, 2011
>So I think by now, everyone knows that I used to work in jewelry. Way back when I started, it was against the rules for any women who worked there to wear pants, even pantsuits. Seriously. Even in 1993.
Only dresses, or skirt suits. Nylons at all times. Closed toed shoes.
It was like this until 1998.
I’m not kidding.
It has made me wear skirts and dresses a lot. I wear them more then anyone else I know. Seriously. For the longest time even after we could wear pants, I still didn’t. I just couldn’t do it. I didn’t feel dressed up if I wasn’t wearing a dress or a suit dress. Weird, I know.
One day, back before the pants ban was lifted, I was wearing a really pretty spring suit. Long almost ankle length bias cut skirt, cute little pink jacket. We had set the cases, we had done our morning counts. I went to open the gates. This particular store that I worked at, sat on a corner, as most jewelry stores do, I went to open the third and final gate, I flipped the lock, lifted it up a bit, and got ready to push it up.
The handle got caught on the hem of my skirt.
My skirt went up, and up, and up.
I showed the world, my employees, security, the mall, and the elderly mall walkers, all my business. Or my Vickies.
That, my friends, was Dress Up Day.