​Overdressing for a living

It’s been really difficult to write my blog recently. I’ve decided to take off the weekends of the blogging challenge for while as we have been so busy with other things.
 
I also think I’m hitting a bit of a writing wall, especially as writing blogs for other people is part of my day job. I can’t sit staring at the screen for my work, when I should be sitting staring at the screen for theirs.
 
So, a complete juxtaposition of being very busy at home and very lazy in my writing. Not helpful at all. It’s a times like these where the disadvantages of working at home (no one to keep you motivated or bounce off of, having to keep yourself focused on the task) actually works well with the advantages. I’m my own boss, so I may well just go shopping and worry about it all tomorrow.
 
The other advantage/disadvantage of working from home is my inability to not get over excited about meetings. Not just the work aspect (natch) but I can dress up. No jeans for me!
 
This can cause a few problems. For one, when I nip into Tesco's to buy even more food for a boy that doesn't seem to want to stop eating, I have to explain to a lovely mum friend that I bumped into that, yes I did look glamorous, but no it wasn't for anything exciting. No film premiere or tough pitch for me. Just a quick catch up with my accountant (the wonderful Bobby Moore of Heslops)

People who have a normal attitude to meetings and clothes don’t have this intense need to dress up to meeting me to catch up on a project. They go to an office everyday, they need to look smart and presentable. It’s not a big deal. However, when you don’t normally need to look presentable, the thought of getting to look presentable for once takes a lot more importance. This is why I always look slightly overdressed. And tall, because I also need to wear heels.
 
This doesn’t always happen, and actually I don’t think anyone notices anyway. It’s a nice, smart, professional image and one I can have fun with. I love my clothes so to be able to get to wear things that are not going to be immediately covered in dog hair/mud/food/felt tip pen/snot is immensely rewarding to me.
 
Saying that, after a misjudged cuddle with Boo my lovely new dress (swishy, pleats, Carrie Bradshaw sort of vibe) is now covered in dog hair. I might go out and buy a new dress.