I possess a passion for patent leather. Perhaps the word “passion” isn’t even strong enough to describe the love affair I maintain with this shiny type of material.

My closet overflows with jackets, pants, and skirts in a rainbow of colors, all slippery to the touch. Usually, I save those special clothes for weekends. My office co-drones would not necessarily understand or appreciate the way my heart flutters for such shiny garments.

But sometimes the world plays tricks on you. Sometimes the universe seems to laugh at your desires. Today — while I was dressed in an office-appropriate suit made of office-appropriate material — wherever I looked, I spied patent leather. It was as if the world had decided to play a cruel kinky joke on me.

The truth is that I’m... Read More