Two days to go before I leave my job and I cast a critical eye over my wardrobe, earmarking my dark green suit for the charity shop. I’ve vowed never again to have a job for which I have to power-dress, so a suit will definitely be surplus to requirements.
I’m planning to go through my whole wardrobe next week and prune it down. It’s too full of dull black tops and brown jumpers, crowding out the things I really love to wear: soft, comfortable vests and cuddly, yielding cord or denim skirts in lush, lively colours – watermelon, lime, sky blue. When I’m my own person, after Friday, I’m going to dress just for me. So charity shop here I come.
I’ve always fancied a capsule wardrobe, but in its present state, a warehouse would be more appropriate. Reducing my clothes on the old 80:20 principle will make getting dressed so much simpler and quicker. Actually, it’s probably more like 95:5 in my case – a tiny 5% of my clothes certainly get 95% of the action.
This streamlining won’t solve all my sartorial problems, though: I’ve just discovered I’ve been wearing my brown jumper back to front all day. Never mind, at my current rate of progress, getting progressively more casual as my day of departure approaches, by Friday I’ll be pitching up at work in my pyjamas. Well, that will certainly brighten up the office.