When I slopped my way out of the shower this morning
and stood, dripping, before my wardrobe, I had a minor crisis on my damp hands.Usually it’s “I don’t own anything NICE to
wear to work”, but today it was “Oh fuck, everything needs to be dry-cleaned”.I am wearing a half-sleeve scoop neck top
printed with tiny scottie dogs, a too-short pleated skirt that should be worn
with tights in winter only, and a stretched out House of G* cardi.Because I felt so terribly unprofessional, I
have teamed it with the lovely irregular pearl necklace my mum and dad gave me
for Christmas (because adding pearls automatically makes it klassy, right?!)
Journaling: capturing those moments for posterity
that illustrate your true self. Messy and profane.
*Glassons.The Primark of NZ – sort of.Target
if you’re from the US.