I hated what I wore on Tuesday. I felt like a clown. I also hate that I hated what I wore as if what you wear really matters that much and is worth expending that much emotion on.

I was also really tired and would have just loved to have been in pyjamas instead. Ahem.

Part of Tuesday’s clown outfit

I suppose I never considered that dressing differently could affect my mood. That stepping outside a comfort zone, no matter how trivial, would be uncomfortable! One of the major benefits of this is discovering which clothes I will not miss at all when I hurl them into a charity donation bin at the end of the week. Silver lining!

Moving on. Today (Wednesday) was a vast improvement.

I wore my blue jeans (always a winner) from Lee, a white shirt (another winner) from Zara, Target blue and white jacket, nude shoes from Betts and a handbag from Oroton.

I seem to look down a lot?!

The orange Oroton bag was bought with a delightful orange slice coin purse, reminiscent of all those oranges eaten in between netball games… If I had actually played netball, and not basketball, as a child.

The orange slice.

Conclusion: I reeeeally miss wearing black and white.