Well…I was stood up last night. Disappointing but not entirely surprising. So today called for a foxy outfit (and some heavy rock music on the iPod) to boost my self-esteem.
I actually ended up changing my shoes after this. Decided to throw practicalities to the wind and don my patent black, ankle skimming stiletto booties instead of these more sensible low-heel black oxfords. And I can’t go past my Sass&Bide Black Rats with a long-line tee for instant sex appeal.
Also had to wear my fleecy jacket – my studio space is in a huge old warehouse and it’s bloody freezing even on a beautiful day like today!
I’ve realised recently that a good haircut really does make an outfit. I got told that my hair is “Angry Makeup Sex”. Too bad it doesn’t reflect reality…