DAY 3

This could get boring.  Me telling you what I'm wearing.  But for now we will press on.  Today, being a normal day (or what passes for normal when you are a freelance writer married to a cathedral canon living in Barchester) I am wearing normal clothes (see brackets above).

I'm going with a kind of liquorice allsorts colour scheme: black and pink.  Black leggings (from the New Life Charity Warehouse on Hemlock Way, Cannock), fine knit silk/wool jumper (TKMaxx) and big candy pink cardigan/coat thingy with a hood and huge pink buttons (CS) and a different pair of black boots from my extensive black boot collection (motto: you can't have too many pairs of black boots).  Today's pair were actually bought new in the scrag end of last year's winter Sale somewhere on Oxford Street (Nine West, £55).  I am also wearing a pink necklace.

Yes, yes, I know this is a heinous fashion crime, being all matchy-matchy.  But bear in mind that my fashion sense was formed in the early 80s.  I cannot easily rid myself of the notion that it's cool and clever to look sartorially coordinated--rather than as though you'd engaged in a blindfold rummage in the dressing-up box.  I realise I should probably go and swap my black boots for brown and put on a green hat.  But bollocks to that.  In ten years time the big wheel of fashion will have turned, and all those people who renounced colour-coordinated outfits will look back on the photos of themselves in plaid skirts teamed with floral blouses and howl 'What was I thinking?!'  Yes, I'm playing the fashion long game.  Plus pink goes with my kitchen.