Lately I've become aware that over the past three or so months I've undergone a transformation, not only mentally (that bit is almost sorted) but physically.
What I'm referring to here is my "working wardrobe" - well, not just my wardrobe. It's my overall appearance, full-stop.
Long, baggy cardigans. Shapeless, cheap tops in dull shades. Unfeminine, chunky flat shoes. Trousers that are too short in the leg and baggy round the crotch - these, in particular, are dire. Trousers that are too short in the leg are one of my pet peeves - a fashion crime that has never been seen in my wardrobe previously (and one that I hate to see on others).
And as for baggy crotches! *Throws hands up in the air.*
What is most notable about all these items is that they are all new.
Yet, I'm not all about the new either; I'm also toting around this tatty old batik hessian bag that I used to take to the beach in the summer. It's got a hole in one corner (from which pens and other small items can escape) and has some unidentifiable crushed, grey, soggy items in the bottom of it due to a leaking waterbottle, which have started to omit a slightly mouldy odour. C'est très chic.
As for the hair, well, currently I'm sporting a nothing-y, bland, semi-mullet with a self-parting fringe that is too long and way out of condition. It does zero, zilch, nada for me. And the eyebrows and eyelashes? Think Boris Becker.
This morning I looked at myself in the mirror and thought to myself, who on earth is this awful, frumpy, middle-aged woman, and why am I dressing like her?
So this weekend I am going to gather up these hideous clothes, bundle them into a trash-sack and deposit them in that worthy charity bin outside the Anglican church on Tarewa Road.
The bag? It's being retired to Miss 8.9's dress-up box, sans-mouldy damp unidentifiable items.
And next Wednesday (newly, and temporarily unemployed) I am going to drive down to Auckland and pay an extended visit to Westfield Mall in Albany.
Retail therapy, stat.
Next Thursday I'm going to deal to the Boris Beckerness with the help of Mr Tweezerman and Colortrue Eyelash Dye.
And then, on the Friday? It's a visit to my hairdresser. Brand new cut, brand new colour.
Come on down, the brand new Fi.
Love that pic of Norah Batty!
Can you do a before and after shot of the de-Beckering of your eyelashes for us?
You go girl... had a bit of that myself in the last few weeks. Highly recommended.
I highly recommend a sassy haircut with a streak of color! It's my new favorite thing! Also, shirt that sparkle. And have pink in them! Maybe I am 8.9 again...
Sassy! That's what I need....
As for pink, well....it could be worth a try :)
You're on!