My entire team - women and men alike - came to work today decked out in matching white shirts, black trousers and ties. 
 
I noticed, of course, given that these are more the hemp overall, flip flop, patchouli crowd as a rule. The organized spy look impressed me but I rarely share my appreciation for such creativity. 
 
At around 3 o'clock one of the more outgoing women popped her head in my door and, with a perplexed air, asked, "So? Aren't you even going to ask about the outfits?" 
 
"Outfits?" I replied, peeking over the top of my glasses in her general direction. "I'm sorry. I hadn't noticed. Have you done something different?" 
 
She sighed heavily and walked off, visibly perturbed if not even dejected. 
 
I do wonder about the choice of attire but I'm not about to ask anyone. 
 
It would only discourage them from trying harder the next go-around.