From the Highs of Dressing Like a Dude, to the Lows of Dressing for the Office: My Year in Fashion Rehab

It was approximately six months ago when I found myself shuffling through the grocery store wearing camo-print pajama pants. Witness accounts may claim I was making a Honey Boo Boo, Mama-June, bingo face while humming Kim Mitchell’s Go For a Soda, and I will neither deny those statements, nor feel ashamed of their possible validity. …