Black shoes, black socks, grey trousers (jeans cut but not denim), a T-shirt in too many colors to count and a red bandanna tied around my left wrist to celebrate my hometown’s festivals. I don’t remember what color my underoos are, but either beige or white, I’m boring that way. The only underwear I have in another color is two bras that are white with some navy bits.
A Suit, of course.
From the ground up…black doc marten boots (most comfortable shoes I’ve ever owned!), white socks, Levi silvertab jeans, black belt, red pullover shirt. Accessories are 4 rings and 2 bracelets.
Thick black socks, thin grey sweat pants, oversized red shirt from The Black Moose trading post in Kittery, Maine, soon to be joined by ratty Tevas for an exciting 60 minute adventure on the treadmill.
Just paying my dues so I can keep my man card.
Nothing very exciting today, I’m afraid: tan pants, brown empire-waist shirt (it really is cute but hard to describe), brown sandals. I must be feeling bland this week. Yesterday I wore all black and gray.
Gray pajama pants, white t-shirt, black boxer-briefs, and glasses. My background check isn’t back in yet, so I couldn’t start work at the new place today like I thought.
Green tank top, red flowery skirt with green accents, my beige heels, and my knitted shawl that I call my Candy Cane shawl because of its colors (it’s cold in the office.)
I also have a red bra and black panties on, if anyone cares. :o
A pink and white sundress, white sandals, white panties and white bra.
Charcoal pleated slacks, blue pinstripe oxford, blue patterned tie, black socks and shoes.
Oh, and frilly pink women’s underwear.
j/k
A big fluffy bathrobe.
Yep, that’s it.
A brown shirt stolen from my best friend because I pretty much live at her house and I don’t have any more clean clothes here of my own. My blue denim capris belong to me, as do my black bra and brown and turquoise underdrawers.
White bra, pantyhose, black S&M patent leather heels, black-with-white-polka-dots babydoll dress with a red-with-white-polka-dots bow that I made. Oh, and my frunpy green zip-up sweater because it’s colder than fuck in this building. I leave the sweater at work, so don’t worry, no one worth mentioning ever actually sees me in it. Not that you asked, but I am carrying my black & white toile purse with the silver chain.
Pink bathing suit.
Yes, I’m a guy.
No, you don’t want to see it, or me.
Green, yellow and white plaid boxers and a big light green t-shirt my dad got me that says, “You’re not the boss of me. My cat is.” Also wearing assorted funky necklaces: hemp and shell, multicolor seed bead, leather string with Mexican skull beads. Similar bracelets, about six of them. Also underpants.
I’m taking a day off after a very busy week last week. Still recovering from massive amounts of cheap pizza and red wine last night. Need to get in the shower and go get some coffee and a paper, and do some work here from home, but I’m putting it off. The Straight Dope really is a procrastinator’s dream, isn’t it? 
Big floppy grey nightgown with little black dogs printed on it, nursing bra, and grey cut-off sweats. And flip-flops. Are you getting all hot just thinking about it?
Black socks, black cotton trousers, sky-blue boxers, red polo-neck t-shirt. Slightly more casual than what I would normally wear to work, but my standards are slipping with the heat. Stainless steel watch and black glasses complete this summer’s chic new look!
Incidentally, I do take shoes to work; they’re somewhere under my desk.
White patent leather chaps with little cherries printed on them, a baby blue silk suit coat with the sleeves cut off, green ostrich skin cowboy boots, and a huge gold medallion shaped like a hand grenade.
Going low-profile today, huh?
Well of course, otherwise I’d have my Lone Ranger mask and my red flames covered sparkle painted 70’s motorcycle helmet on too. I’m relaxing today.