I've been making an effort, over the last few months, to try to tweak my appearance a tiny bit. I threw out all the clothes with holes in them, I got some nice skirts and jackets, and my parents (delirious with joy at this turn of events) bought me some very nice heels. Especially since I'm tutoring and helping with classes, I try to present a moderately professional appearance to my students.
On the other hand, I sometimes let things go a little when I don't have to get up in front of a class or anything the next day. Last night, when I was choosing my outfit for today, I decided that this was going to be a nice, low-pressure day with no serious commitments, just working with the same familiar students, who don't particularly care what I wear.
This is why, when I went to meet with my first ever private tutoring student, the first person ever to actually personally hand me money in return for my knowledge, who had called me at work to arrange a meeting with the august, legendary, and ever-professional Russian tutor of song and story, I was wearing...
It's okay; they paid me anyway.