Frock Fridays: Back to School

Back to school... three of the most beautiful words in the English language, don't you think?  Except for a few tough years as a preteen, I loved going back to school.  I loved the sight of my classmates filing in for opening services, the smell of fresh pencil shavings falling into a wastepaper basket, and the sound of a textbook's spine breaking as I opened it to start a new academic year.

Don't you love New York in the fall?

It makes me wanna buy school supplies.

I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils

if I knew your name and address.

- You've Got Mail

For a while, I loved education and learning so much that I really wanted to be a teacher.  When I was looking for employment in the spring of 2009, as I was finishing up my MA, all of the jobs I applied for were teaching positions - all but two, actually, one of which I was offered, which is mostly why I work in arts fundraising.  It's still a dream of mine to teach; perhaps it'll be my second career.

The first day of school was the perfect excuse for a fresh sartorial start each year.  I'd be wearing NorthFace fleeces with my hair in a ponytail every day by November, but I'd always step up my game for those first crisp weeks of September.  I'm sure that it would be the same if I were a teacher - so, if I had to go back to school today, I'd wear something like this:

[ dress / earrings / bracelet / pencil case / bag / shoes ]