You know exactly what kind of day you’re going to have when you have to stop and adjust your clothing every few steps on the two mile walk to work.

 

 

 

 

 

I was trying to bring some sunlight into my day with a lovely summery daisy-hemmed halter dress, a white shirt, corduroy blazer and woolly tights with chelsea boots combo.  A little bit of spring to be precise.

But alas, instead of a cute little outfit, I found myself in “my dress is mating with my tights” kind of hell.  This is not a big deal – there are many more problems in the world than my dress turning itself into (vivid flashback) a puffball number from the not distant enough past, but it’s enough of an annoyance to pique you prior to your morning coffee.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ve had many more embarrassing clothing malfunctions – pinging buttons exposing a bit too much flesh, burst trouser seams, stuck fast zips, that awkward moment when you realise you can’t get a dress off in the changing room and have to call for help – but the static cling thing annoys you all day long.

Here’s hoping that tomorrow I’m footloose and cling free.  Vive la elegance.