As of Monday 9th November I'm a working wench at MayBrook House :') Dishing out the dole payments whilst wearing pretty shoes. I'm thinking of cracking out the yellow vivzzz [Vivienne Westwoods!], my black patent peeptoe wedges, my studzzz [cream brogue flatties. Thanks James ;D]. Skirts will be no probz [grey pleated, grey pencil, silver!] I need to invest in a black skirt though. I'm wondering if its acceptable to wear a red skirt to the office.. How about tropicana [tropical flowery skirt]? Too jazzy but maybe in the Summer.. I've got tights. Lots of tights. Sorted. I defo need to buy lots of pretty tops. There was a purple top with some frilly turtleneck business going down in Matalan. Bargainzz. A smart grey dress is in order too [the £50 from River Island mayybe?] Haha I'm giddy at the thought of WORKWEAR.
Mum has already dished out the sage wisdom, 'You don't want to be too flash with your work clothes. You don't want to be too fashionable because then your going-out clothes won't look as good.'
WUBBISH. If I'm going to be wearing these clothes 37 hours a week then they're going to look good mate. And what if I need to go for drinks after work! The transition from day to night will have to be arranged somehow.
On a more important note; there's a lot of little black flies buzzing around. A lot of green flies too, sticking to my black wool cat. Menace! At the bus stop I blamed it on climate change.
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