Today was the most disasterous of style crescendos: my normally tedious suit was, for once, the hieght of sophistication (modesty is my middle name); black pencil skirt, double collared white shirt, jazzy jumper and the craziest of necklaces. For once I managed to hide my majorly dodgey fashion choices. HOORAH.
However the decision on what I should change into really should have been confiscated. Why I chose this particular closet gremlin to be my Tuesday night top, I shall never know. Before you make any underestimated judgements, let me just warn you; it has dimantes. DI-FRIGGING-MANTES.
The only excuse I have is; I'm not at fashion collage, unlike my dirtbag counterpart.