A few days ago, I mentioned on another thread:

My ideal style is somewhere in the neighbourhood of "minimalist modern classic". As I've gotten more confident in my time here at YLF, I've started to tiptoe away from the "casual" descriptor. But I can't let go of it entirely because [of] ... my workplace's environmental norm. In fact, last month one of my co-workers called me out on my increasingly "nice" outfits, and there were definitely a few folks who looked away awkwardly [during that conversation].

Four days ago, an unrelated male colleague noticed my ballet flats. As much as I like to think they're The Best Ballet Flats Ever, they're just ballet flats. And he's been stopping by my desk every morning since then to talk and gawk at my shoes.

Now, this hasn't crossed the line into sexual harassment or anything. In fact, I think it's rather sweet in an awkward and endearing way. But since I am the newest member of my team I do not appreciate having my clothing choices advertised to my coworkers -- especially when I'm not functioning at my highest productivity level nor have a track record of contributions to "offset" my clothing choices.

I will likely be wearing tees, jeans, and cons more often in the upcoming weeks. I'm not setting out deliberately to change my style because of these comments, but I suspect my desire to push my personal style boundaries will be blunted (farewell, experiments in pattern mixing) as I contemplate the daily question of "what should I wear?"

Am I being overtly pressured by others to change? No, of course not. But the insidious power of the environmental norm is in how it changes your desire to be different.