why barefoot? and why pinstripes? good questions — glad you asked (or didn’t, but i’m going to pretend you did).
last year i fell into the lap of the phenomenon known as the “working world.” here i was, at the tender age of 20, in my first job and having to get used to wearing dress pants and calling my boss by his first name. it’s a bit of a jolt when your default peer group is no longer necessarily 18- to 23-year-old college students and instead is 23- to 50+ -year-old professionals. suddenly you find yourself an adult in an adult world with adult expectations and commitments, and you might start wondering, “holy cow, how do i balance work with life?”
that’s what barefoot in pinstripes is all about. life, love, work, play, death and taxes for the 20-somethings out there in the business world who don’t want to lose their sense of childhood (or at least youthfulness) all at once.
so — pinstripes. the classic, default wear-to-work pants. bare feet? a symbol of carefree childhood and the authoress’ preferred state of foot-being.
and there you have it.
