… is often a question put to me by my immediate family and close friends.
This is because I have a life long habit of daily dressing up. I don’t know why but every day when I open my wardrobe I decide who I’m going to be and dress accordingly (this is a lie, I decide up to two days in advance – I need to know if I have to schedule in ironing time), for example on Wednesday I dressed up as a children’s TV presenter (of an art programme specifically – bright pink jeans, sparkly shoes, a denim shirt, in hindsight it wasn’t one of my best).
Last week I was dressed as Joanna Lumley on a winter safari (no regrets about that one).
This particular personality trait of mine often inspires laughter in my nearest and dearest. For example when I got home from work dressed like this…
…Chris burst out laughing and insisted on taking a picture. He hasn’t quite picked up the art of guessing who or what I am dressed as yet (my sister gets it almost every time but she’s known me for 24 years). Quite clearly I am dressed as a Parisienne female explorer/wildlife photographer from the 1920s; a continental female Indiana Jones; the first woman to ever have photographs published in National Geographic. That sort thing.
So I have decided that whenever I get home from work and Chris laughs at what I am wearing I will document this outfit on my blog, if only to understand why he finds it so funny; I think it’s perfectly normal behavior.
On Saturday I walked out of my dressing room (we have a spare room, we should have made it a guest room, but I put a dressing table and a wardrobe in there instead…) to a little burst of Christopher’s giggles…
Again, quite clearly a casual spring-time stroller, in Paris, in the 60s, I’m even wearing a neckerchief! The whole of last week was very French themed – I’ve been watching a lot of Audrey Tautou films recently, but I’ve run out of ones to watch on Netflix now so God only knows what I could end up looking like next week.