book week fashion

I'm a closet fashionista. And by that, I mean I have fashion in my closet, but rarely on my body. The reason? When I go to work each day, I wear my trackie dacks. I mean, my office is only 10 paces from my kitchen, so why even bother getting changed from the morning school dash?

Trackies are comfortable to write in. They're also nice and stretchy, and so capable of encasing my ever-expanding writer's derrier. So trackie dacks it is.

Tomorrow I'm starting a two-week round of Book Week and Literacy and Numeracy Week presentations and school visits. It's going to be non-stop and it's going to also mean I should probably wash my hair and frock up a bit.

Daunted about this to the nth degree (especially the hair part), I today opened my closet with an agonised groan, expecting to find 'nothing' in there, but instead I found this . . .

It's true. Clothing makes us feel good. It affects our mood and how we feel about ourselves. It also affects how people see us. I'm never in any of these clothes, and seeing them - touching them and feeling them and enjoying their lustrous hues (I adore pattern) - brought upon me a sudden desire to make an effort again. I never feel anything more than daggy, so it's time . . . time to hike the glam level.

Some may say visiting schools isn't 'special' enough to glam up but to me, schools are the most special place on earth, so why not, I say.

I'll be tweeting my Book Week and Lit/Num Week ensembles at @TaniaMcCartney #BookWeekFashion between 20 and 30 August. Why don't you drag out your gladrags and spread the hashtag word! Who's joining me?

Footnote: Sorry to disappoint, fashion die-hards, but this is the only shred of fluoro you'll be seeing on this oh-my-god-i'm-having-a-very-unpleasant-late-80s-flashback body.