Houdini in Pink Tights

Happy hour in the evening calls for pink tights in the morning.

Your interpretation of this outfit changes based on what I want you to see.  Some might call me a magician, you can call me Brittany.

If I'm wearing my leather motorcycle jacket, you might think I'm a bad ass woman who has a few conservative genes from her dad, but can't resist the bad boy appeal of a Harley, much like your mother that time you saw her with that other man who was just a "friend" but turned out to cause a lot of fights in your family.

If I'm sitting at my desk, and you walk into my office, all you see is a silk top with a pretty pattern in a neutral color, and perhaps a flash of my black pencil skirt, you probably think I'm the ultimate business woman, with matching personalized pen (it has its own case) and briefcase.

If I'm standing up, you'll realize I'm neither.  I'm just a girl who can't resist putting a vibrant pop of color underneath my pencil skirt and silk blouse.