You can take a teacher out of the classroom but you can't change the way she dresses. I wore this outfit recently, which included my new (to me) blouse and the teacherish denim skirt I hung onto after chucking the others. I like this outfit. It is very me. I feel comfortable enough to forget about how I'm dressed but nicely dressed enough to feel that it is part of presenting my best self to the world. But when I looked closely at it I thought, damn I would have worn this outfit to work. I'm still dressed like a teacher.
Then I had a sip of my magic morning latte. (Okay, I just like the sound of that. Actually the latte is not magic and it was afternoon because that's how long I slept) The caffeine coursed through my veins and slapped my brain saying 'you idiot!' It was said with affection, rest assured. I don't look like 'a teacher' I look like myself and when I was a teacher I also looked like myself. I had the freedom to dress as I chose and this is how I dressed. There were some choices I made for that role which I no longer make now, some things I wore then because it was my interpretation of how I thought I was supposed to dress, but teaching is a profession where these days one can wear very nearly anything one chooses so long as it is not something you would wear to a night club. Oh wait, I would probably wear this to a night club. Never mind. In teaching you can wear anything you want to wear unless it is obviously dirty or showing too much skin. The definition of too much skin probably varies a bit but cropped tops and the accompanying belly button would not be acceptable.
Not only is it St Patrick's Day, it is Sophie's birthday and she is three. She pointed out to me that pictures of her would be much more interesting than pictures of me in a green cardigan and I agreed.