I’ve come to a fashion decision.
Well, it’s not so much a fashion decision as a clothes decision. A practical, “Bloody hell! Nothing to wear again!” decision.
I’ve decided I’m going to give up on separates for work and instead buy five dresses which will end up being my uniform.
Okay five to start with.
I’ve already started – not with the dress pictured.
The other day I was flicking through the David Lawrence sales rack and came across a belted black dress marked down.
It fitted well and is perfect for work.
It washes easily and is a snap to iron.
I don’t have to match it with anything, and it looks smart.
I tend to wear it on Mondays.
On Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays I stare gormlessly into my wardrobe and try and patch together something that looks okay.
The dress is so easy I reckon it’s the way to go.
However finding a source of perfect dresses is not proving as easy as I hoped, and then my colleague turns up yesterday in a dress I would have bought in a snap (from Cue) had I seen it first but of course now I can’t because we sit next to eachother and wearing the same dress would be naff.
Groan.
I’m a bit fussy.
First of all I have winter colouring so all those nasty shades of yellow and brown are OUT.
Secondly I prefer V necks on me.
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And finally – it can’t be too expensive.
These conditions do seem to knock out most of the stock I’ve seen in shops.
In fact it’s proving so problematical I’m thinking of making one myself.
(although Mum, you know it is my birthday on Monday…)
Have you seen anything out there?
Speaking of sitting next to someone in the same dress, years ago, when Groover worked in Sales and had a box at the Hopman Cup, I experienced this first hand.
The box was small and seated four.
I was wearing a peacock blue fitted dress – a stunning dress – not a dress you could ignore – I felt thin and special in it (actually I was pretty thin at the time) and as I sat there – I watched this lady ascend the stairs to our grandstand. She was wearing the same dress.
“Ha ha I joked to Groover, I hope she isn’t your guest.”
“No she’s not.”
“Oh phew… how embarrassing to have to sit here all afternoon wearing the same dress…”
“She’s his wife.”
At the first break I excused myself and drove home to change.
Groover to this day, thought I was over-reacting.
The wife thanked me.
Has that ever happened to you? What did you do?