Last year around the holidays, my sister and I were strolling through the food court of a mall when an Asian-Canadian guy approached us, looked at me and said: "You're a teacher, aren't you?" My sister instinctively rolled her eyes, but I was slow on the uptake and made the mistake of asking why. "I could just tell by the way you're dressed." You can imagine how the rest of the conversation went and no, I did not give him my number. What was I wearing, you ask? A merino wool L.B.D. with tights, a cardigan, and ballet flats. If that screams teacher, what does this skirt say about me? Rubik's Cube aficionado? Too obvious. That I'm a colorimetry major? Not a very clever one, that's for sure. Aggressive scourer of the clearance rack at Holt Renfrew in January? You have puzzled me out, Food Court Guy.
Photos of me by Seda U.