I also have a job application open in Santa Fe. There, I will probably end up dressing like a mexican.

I am slightly unclear about the stereotype, so I do not know how to answer. I find a lot of dissatisfaction dressing for work. I have a different style than the people with whom I work. In fact, I keep wondering if I need to keep with this line of work.

These are good rules. Right now, I have a problem that I have MANY clothes, but they lack any unity. I have few accessories because they invariably get lost when I move. (Or stolen by roommates.)

Dice cuffs, red suspenders, reg ties… I dunno. I do that horrible thing all men do: when I find a piece of clothing I like, I buy multiple version of it. Right now, I am wearing a lavender cotton sweater, but I also have one in yellow and another in blue.

Part of the problem is that I only marginally work. I get paid, but since I work alone it barely matters what I wear. I don’t think I match up well with people in my field. Two years ago I looked too “southern gentleman” for the role, but that’s a easy miss when working in Europe. This year I looked too much like an ad executive. (I work in a particularly poorly dressed field.)

My lack of cow-orkers is breeding a reclusiveness in me. If I had to work around others next year, I would just as soon wear a birqa. (Ugh, my one cow-orker invariably says the same thing every time he sees me—you look tired. Thanks. It makes me self-conscious.)

Another problem is that I move about every six months. Anything I own has to be semi-disposable. I would play around with a “signature color” but everyone I know who has done this looks like a clown.

We’ll see: perhaps it will be the suits. Perhaps I’ll be back in flanel like when I was a child. Inshallah, I’ll be in Tunisia with a Berber veil.