Someone actually found my blog by googling, “Can I wear a Wonder Woman costume to work?” I’m not sure if I’m really the best person to be taking professional etiquette from, just so you know….but I did today.
So, this is how the morning played out.
I got up. Usual time. Showered, make-up (but luckily remembered that Wonder Woman does not wear glasses so put in contacts.)
Also, my shelf in the bathroom medicine cabinet decided to come tumbling down due to a peg that fell out somehow. So I slipped and tripped over my deodorant and since the lid fell off when it landed on the ground, I got deodorant all over my foot. Loverly.
Then I went in my closet and pulled out my costume. I put on the pantyhose and then the elastic star- print bottoms.
All right. They are panties, but I don’t want to say I put on panties to go to work. That’s just…wrong.
Then I woke up the fiance to help me get into my corset. He groggily got up and I informed him I was kind of running late so if he could snap, snap, you know, come over and tie me in, that would be great.
I got it over my head and he started lacing.
And lacing.
And tightening.
And re-lacing.
It just wasn’t working at all. He’d get the top tight enough so that my chest wasn’t hanging out, but then, it would come loose as he moved his way down the corset.
He was getting mad.
I was sweating bullets.
I was late, half-dressed and now sweaty.
He was tired, not dressed and trying to figure out the mechanics of a corset.
It was a hot mess.
15 minutes later, I was sucked in and “modest.” He let Gertie out and went back to bed. I threw on sweats and a hoodie and ran out the door with the rest of the pieces for my costume in a bag, almost forgetting to grab my pumpkin cheese ball that I made for our office party.
15 minutes into work, I was dying.
I couldn’t breathe. I felt so constricted by the tight corset. I wondered how women in the 1700′s survived. They certainly didn’t eat. Or breathe much.
I made it through our office work party where I showed up in full gear — wig and all, and then changed out of the corset in time to enjoy our potluck lunch.
Much. better.
Also, it was kind of weird to wear spandex panties at work…
So, can you wear a Wonder Woman costume to work? Yes, but I don’t really recommend it. If you like to eat, breathe and show up on time.
2 Comments
Ha ha, I love reading what people google to get to my site. And that is too funny about you not being able to breath. I was in a corset last night, too, and by the end of the night felt as if I was missing some skin!
ROFL–yeah, been there, babe. Corsets only work comfortably in certain types of chairs, which lets out most modern “ergonomic” seating.