Very Excellent Habits

Who do you dress up for…?

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This morning when I was driving to work, Cher’s Greatest Hits blaring through my Ipod, I was mentally planning my outfit for this evening. The questions I asked myself were rather frightening – Where is my Year 12 footy jumper? Are my tracksuit pants clean? Did I leave my slippers at Mr Smaggle’s house? One would assume that I’m planning an evening on the couch by myself but what I’m actually doing is going to my best friend’s house to eat dinner, drink wine, annihilate an entire block of chocolate and talk about life and love. Surely this requires a pair of jeans at the very least? Not so for us. For some reason we never EVER dress up for each other and we all know that not dressing up for me is like not breathing. This got me thinking… who do you dress up for in your life? And who do you not dress up for? And when? And why? Oh I do love a good fashion debate! Here’s a few important people or groups of important people that I have done mini-fashion profiles on to see what inspires good grooming in Lady Smaggle…

 

 

 

 


  • Who? Work colleagues.
  • How often do I dress up for them? Everyday. Although occasionally I will drag myself out of bed minutes before I’m supposed to arrive at work and on those days I look less than fresh. 
  • Why? Because I think it’s polite to arrive at work not looking like you crawled out from underneath a rock. Simple as that. 
  • Typical outfit? Pretty much what I wear everyday in my daily outfit shots. I have a pretty relaxed dress code so I’m not too crazy at work. I keep my puppies hidden and I try to keep my skirt at a respectable length but apart from that anything goes!

 

Over to you my pretties! Who are the people that you dress to impress? Who are the people who are privileged enough to see you in your skanky pants? Feel free to use my mini-fashion profile layout to share your thoughts!

Love Lady Smaggle

xxx

P.S I must add a disclaimer that I totally lose the fashion plot when I’m cold. Get me a moth ridden blanket, a poncho, a men’s dressing gown… I don’t care! I’d rather look like a quivering heap of garbage than be cold. 

 

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