So I've got my fab Theory dress I bought at one of Halifax's newest consignment shops back in December when I pretended I had money to spend, I've got my burgundy tights that are awesome and a total steal from Joe Fresh, and I've got my now rather beat up boots that can pass for Fryes if one squints/uses one's imagination. I look cute damnit! Only March in Halifax does not mean it's springtime, it means it's grey and damp. Also, I'm now slightly left with the feeling that I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go. BUT I'm wearing a dress, like a lady, and I look good. If potential employers knew how well dressed I was right now, they'd undoubtedly LEAP at the opportunity to hire me.
....It occurs to me as I write this that there are plenty of people (mostly ladies) who wear dresses all the time. It's part of their daily sartorial repertoire. A dress and tights on a Tuesday afternoon is not a big deal for these people. I should strive to be more like them. I should and I shall! But maybe I'll wait until spring comes?
