Now September’s here and it appears that the weathermen lied about the Indian summer we were told to expect, things are a tad less balmy in the office. It’s disappointing.
And so today I wore my sleeveless navy turtleneck shift dress and teamed it with a navy cardigan that I kept taking off then putting back on, unable to reach a happy medium of warmth.
But that wasn’t necessarily the mistake.
Being inherently lazy, particularly first thing, I unwisely chose not to wash my hair this morning. Batiste dry shampoo wouldn’t exist without people like me, so I know I’m not alone, so I just sprayed, brushed and swept it back with a bit of body at the front to stop me from looking like the manky, lanky, greasy skank that I was.
Natural make-up and a pair of heels and I was good to go.
As I checked myself out in the mirror my reflection reminded me of something, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
Not until I got home at least. At which point it struck me: ‘OMG! I LOOK LIKE SHARON STONE IN THAT SCENE IN BASIC INSTINCT!!!’
(Only fatter and less attractive, obviously.)
No wonder a male colleague had been looking at me funnily all day as I sat on my swivel chair!!!
I would like to clarify at this point that I may have foregone washing my hair, but I definitely DIDN’T forego my underwear!
Although that may be a mute point in the mind of my male colleague. Besides which, demonstrating that I AM fully clothed would probably only replicate things further. Not good.
It won’t be a styling combination repeated any time soon mind you.