Today, as I edged closer and closer to the brink of insanity, I decided to try deciding what to wear for my critical debut on Tuesday.
I found myself desperately unable to make any of my posh dresses look vaguely suitable. I ended up layering a Burberry silk dress over my £1 Primark top and brown tights (bought my mistake) from Marks & Spencers, which I'd worn to the library. On top of that I added my favourite summer dress from Uniqlo, worn so endlessly that it is beginning to resemble a shapeless and bobbly monster. Then I slipped on my least exciting shoes.
Then I swept all the clutter off my door, rearranged my mirror to create a blank canvas and took 10000 photographs. All signs that I'm not quite sane, but whatever. I was pretty pleased with how tall I looked in the results, so I thought I'd post it on the internet for all to see. In my mind, it looks sort of nice, in a Marni-eqsue sort of way. Like: look how effortlessly I mix textures and lengths and labels and prices to create this fantastic ensemble.