as if I were professional

Worn to my temp gig today: my favorite wrap dress and (gasp) hairspray in my hair. I thought I really was masquerading as a grown-up, until I passed my reflection at work and saw that my slip was completely hanging out of the back of my dress.
I never will be able to wear Grown-Up Drag convincingly, will I?

Ginkgo-print wrap dress, DVF; perforated leather heels, vintage;
purse large enough to hold the lunchtime Tupperware,
Marshall Field's house brand from a long time ago.