Tonal memo

This morning the ladies of the bullpen received the tonal memo.
We're all tone-on-tone but in different directions - Syd in pink+deep magenta, D'Anne in teals, and me in olives.





However Charlie is doing his own thing, as usual, Hurt Maria Friday. I have to admit this is a pretty genius shirt: "The Apathy Coalition. Join Us. Or Not. Whatever."



Here's a recap of Charlie's HMF shirts. I wonder if he's working his way through the rainbow, he does have ROY so far. G BIV should be doozies.

Caution: Nerd At Work

Furious blipty-bluing:


...aaand wrinkle rage:

Mmmm

Feast your eyes on this two-tone ankle-strap patent peep-toey deliciousness. Jenn is totally rocking these with a chocolate shirtdress today.

Whap!

I was out sick Friday, and Charlie decided to hit me with this while I was down.


He likes to torture me by describing the really truly horrendous things he could wear to hurt me. Peach-colored yoga pants top the list. Let's be clear, though. This image isn't even CLOSE to the horror that I envision with my mind's eye.

That Cooper Black is pretty hurtful though. On my list of ow! fonts, it's right up there with Hobo and Comic, so "Well done, Charlie" for that.

Gray memo

Gray top, jeans, and black shoes. Roger.


Mine has bead+sequin embellishments. They have a muted shine, but Charlie keeps breaking into dance. We've dubbed it Disco Tuesday.

Sunglasses controversy

Couple more photos from G's farewell lunch. Anthony loves to hate on my sunglasses, not sure exactly why. These are my non-fancy ones, not the Italian pair. Every once in a while he just can't contain himself, and breaks out in a grumpy-old-man tirade. I love how they make him look all warm and sweet and friendly.


They have a very different effect on Charlie. They make him look like Willy Wonka, or maybe a ladies' man.

There, I fixed it.

Ta-da! Charlie in a flattering light:


1. Bye bye yellow t-shirt. It's a great color but all wrong for His Royal Pinkness.
2. Hello good jeans and shoes.
3. Notice normal head:body ratio (thanks to fortunate angle of sun).

Yellow and brownies

Charlie has decided that on Fridays he will wear terrible things "on deliberate" to hurt me. All week he'd been chortling in anticipation of the damage he was going to inflict with his new yellow t-shirt. Unfortunately for him, it's actually quite pretty--a gentle chiffon-y hue. Here's my dejected little friend:


Perhaps to offset the pain he planned to inflict (or maybe to match his shirt), Charlie also brought us a sweet yellow rose from his garden. And--good news--D'Anne has decided that she likes us after all, and brought in these velvety-delicious warm-from-the-oven brownies.

The Hot and the Heinous

First the eye candy: feast your eyes on D'Anne's gray Italian suede mary janes. Droolworthy.


And inevitably, another dagger to the eye from Charlie: INSANORANGE t-shirt for Friday. Apparently he giggled when he ordered it and laughed like the devil when he pulled it out of the shipping box. All for me - I am soooooooo luuuuuuuucky. At lunch that day, I pulled off my shades and actually reeled as the pyrotechnics hit me afresh. Honestly, there are no words for the incredibrightness of this shirt. I have uploaded the image at full size for your viewing pleasure.


Look at the reflection of the shirt on the underside of his chin. That's under office lighting. Try to imagine that X 100 in the sunlight.


My question is, HOW did he get the wrinkles in already? It's a brand-new shirt! These are not the fresh-out-of-the-bag wrinkles either - those go up the sides in thirds and across the width at the 1/2-way or 1/3-way point. Shockandawe.

Farewell... and Hello!

Last last Friday was our fearless leader G's last day. The graffiti and pillaging began almost immediately (Charlie took her executive chair).



On Wednesday, D'Anne joined our group and was an immediate hit. All I ask is that she stand next to Charlie just once a day for me. BLISS. It's like Gulliver's Travels, standing one of the giant people next to a Lilliputian... Doesn't she makes Charlie look like an overgrown 10-year-old, even more than usual?