I was pregnant the year before the pandemic and spent most of 2020 postpartum (on top of being totally isolated). That’s two years of not feeling my sexiest, nevermind having a reason to put on a curve-hugging frock. But you better believe that the first chance I get, I am shaving my legs and hopping into the James or Annie dress, the Ella sandals, and the Jensen trench for a big reveal. I want pre-dinner cocktails, a 2-hour sit-down meal, dancing, and a long cab ride home. Is that too much to ask?

Some people are speculating that when we return to offices, all rules about dressing for work will have drastically changed. But I think, rather than showing up in hoodies and yoga pants, people might go in the opposite direction and start dressing up—I mean, really dressing up. At least that’s my plan! Next time I see my coworkers in the flesh, I am going to look like a mix of Emily Blunt’s character from The Devil Wears Prada and Sandy at the very end of Grease (aka, Bad Sandy). Catch me in a pencil skirt, like the Cortlandt or Greenpoint, and a shoulder-revealing top, like the Dae or Rivers. I plan on bringing so much glam to the office, they’ll forget all about my sloppy days on Zoom.

I love my friends. Whether it’s been over the phone, text, or Instagram, they have made me feel so much less alone this past year. So when I can finally see them all in person, it’s going to be…extreme. All that hugging and crying is going to make us hungry, and I imagine we’ll head out to a restaurant (!) for a meal (!). What to wear to such a momentous event? Tight black pants, as a nod to the leggings that got me through the last year, a breezy tank, like the Vicky or Peggy top, and a blazer, like the Gaia or Hoffman, because damn, I’ve missed those. This is an outfit that can last all day and even to karaoke, which is probably (no, definitely), where we’ll end up.