How does one dress up a maxi?
Traditionally, maxis are summer garb. They’re what one grabs when headed for the cabana, raspberry mojito in hand. They don’t exactly conjure up images of work and professionalism and MacBook Pros at the ready to take copious notes.
So how does one dress up a maxi?
Easy. Wear it with a crisp, white, tuxedo shirt.
Ok, so maybe this particular inspiration pic is misleading. The denim jacket throws it back into the realm of casual and that shirt isn’t exactly a tuxedo shirt. But it’s white and you get the idea. Now, nothing elevates an outfit quite like a sharp button-up and I needed sharp today like nobody’s business.
You see, today marks Round 3 of an IEP meeting with a particularly exacting family. To give you an idea of the magnitude of that comment: a typical IEP (Individualized Education Program) lasts around 15-20 minutes. This one will be the third 86-minute meeting I’ve had to attend with the same family.
THE THIRD ONE.
I was desperate for a fierce outfit that would a) follow the mandates of Maxi Skirt Week, b) lift my spirits with its fashion forward-ness, and c) see me through what promises to be another endless battle for which I have no purpose except to be a figurehead. Here’s the outfit I finally concocted:
Note my version is an amalgam of both inspiration pics: chevron skirt coupled with tuxedo shirt. Rather than tying my shirt in a knot at the waist, I chose a striking obi belt for a more elegant and refined statement. (I wish I still had that etsy seller’s info – I’d bought this belt over five years ago during the height of my Japanese obsession but never had the inclination, wherewithal or confidence to pull it off, but now I have all three and I want more!) The beading of my shirt serves as embellishment a-plenty so I opted for minimalism in my accessory choices with only my signature circle necklace and delicate chandelier earrings.
Shoes almost proved problematic – I thought flats too casual but stilettos seemed over the top. Thankfully, I remembered a pair of dance shoes my mom had bought for me years ago when she was still regularly ballroom dancing. She coerced me to accompany her to a dance store one day and practically attacked me with these, swearing up and down that they were the most comfortable shoes she’d ever worn. And I must say, once again, my mom is right. Gotta love moms! (Forgive the lack of photo with said shoe on foot; I am woefully in need of a pedicure and am only brave enough to bare my toes because the sweep of the maxi distracts from their unpainted-ness.)
And yes, that is a flower in my hair. I feel vaguely Carmen Miranda meets Memoirs of a Geisha in this outfit.
What do you think? Was this an appropriate pattern pairing for work or is it slightly too costume-y?
:: Just the facts, ma’am ::
Shirt – New York and Co.
Skirt – Apostrophe at Sears
Belt – etsy
Shoes – a dance store at the mall that I think went out of business already