Too much choice or not enough are equal disasters when it comes to the morning.
I want to get ready with the least amount of effort and in super quick time; I also want to make sure I look the best I can.
We all want that but it is easy to have those days where it all goes slightly wrong.
I don’t think I ever leave the house with the idea to look less well presented than I should – a bad outfit day is never intentional and yet I have days where it goes pear-shaped.
It was a few years back and I was walking down the street with my two gorgeous daughters.
The passing male traffic did what they usually do with the exception of me. I was blanked. Not in a nasty hurtful way but in an invisible way as if I wasn’t there. I was a person no longer of visual interest. My girls took no notice, just as I once took no notice, this time I did.
I will admit it did throw me for a moment – the loss of a wink, a smile or the occasional wolf whistle – I had come of age. Shocking really! Nobody ever imagines they will become invisible to the opposite sex – partners aside of course. And yes, I am talking in generalisations here but undoubtedly when we reach a certain age there is a subtle shift.
You know what? It is the VERY BEST thing to happen to me.