What happened to generate this eye catching, dramatic headline you ask? It started innocently enough; I was invited to the Australian Open with friends who are also business associates. The problem is this meant “casual”.
“Casual” has always escaped me; I’m not good with casual. Formal I nail, my work look is money no matter where you put me, but casual???
Hmmm…the tennis, right, fine: cargos, wedges, cute top, done. But then lunch was mentioned and that threw me, lunch where? Were my cargos going to cut it? The top I was going to wear certainly wasn’t. What now?
In my twenties this was never a problem. Lunch with the Queen, that ultra-cute white Cue outfit with the floaty skirt and short sleeved double breasted jacket would be perfect. Impromptu ski trip, no dramas; Day at the beach, sorted; Drinks with the PM, let me change my shoes and we are good to go. I was never short of an appropriate outfit. Now a simple trip to a slightly swankier shopping centre can throw me.
When did I go from finger on the pulse of fashion and always feeling put together to this slightly uncomfortable feeling that my shoes aren’t quite right? Sigh.
Well, must fly, someone mentioned afternoon drinks at their place in February and I’ve got some serous planning to do!
PS: in case you are wondering I went with a good top, skinny jeans, the wedges and was boiling hot all day. My hosts showed up in shorts and thongs! I can’t win. LOL