It all started in nursery school when I used to dress up as policemen or firemen (outfits which were meant for the boys...because the girls weren't supposed to dress up and pretend to save lives or arrest people, they were meant to bathe plastic dollies....) then as I started to learn ballet, every year i'd look forward to finding out what i'd be wearing for the annual show, at girl guides my team won the dance contest and we put it down to having the best outfits (navy hotpants and red ribbon bowties on our shirts) so, from a young age, i've known of the power of the dress up game.....
At the start of this week i was running about having to do grown up things and so i play my own dress up game to feel like i actually know what i'm doing when in reality i am clueless, this has, for some reason, involved a lot of tweed......
Next week i have to make some grown up phone calls; i prefer phone calls to face to face meetings when its to do with something important because you can be anyone you want on the telephone, nevertheless, i still swear by having to wear stupidly massive high heels (the kind I rarely wear outdoors)tights, and a suit jacket to make important calls. You can be sat in your pants and your 15 year old t shirt but with shoes and a jacket somehow everything changes......and theres always the option of pressing the red button if all goes wrong...
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