How Seattle Has Changed Me: Part I

For Christmas, Caitlin got me a cute Kate Spade bag that I visibly didn't like.

"What's wrong with you?  It's adorable!" was the general reaction.

"I just don't know if it's my style," I said.

Cait told me that it is exactly my style.  It was cream with little black polka dots.  Cute enough, but I just didn't see it fitting in well on Capitol Hill.

"Well, my style has changed.  I wear a lot of 'jeans/sweatshirts' combos."

Caitlin was horrified.  "What happened to your New York style?"

"It wasn't MY style, I was just blending in."

"Ugg."

"Remember how I used to wear bright colors and had a pink coat in California?  Then traded in my care-free style for darker shades and a more severe tone in NYC?  I'm a chameleon," I told her.

"I thought you were better than that."

That got me thinking that maybe I should be better than that.  I decided to use the purse (when it isn't too rainy--I don't want Kate Spade getting destroyed!), and sometimes I wear suit jackets to work.  But mostly, it's jeans and sweatshirts, jeans and t-shirts, or jeans and t-shirts under a north-face or marmot jacket. 

Seattle has gotten under my skin...and over it...permanently.