Oh yeah, Mark Twain.
One of the advantages of working from home. Generally, I'm so keen to get to my desk when I get back from the yard (for keen, read wracked with guilt!) that I don't even change out of my riding clothes.
Caroline Coxon, power dressing:
Hair neatly combed:
Sock neatly darned:
I can assure you, however, that my soul is Very Tidy.
And - potential clients everywhere - my attire in no way affects the quality of my writing...
AND
I scrub up pretty well!
Random thoughts from a freelance writer - copywriter, screenwriter, children's author
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Tuesday, 26 March 2013
Thursday, 2 February 2012
I say, beware of all enterprises that require new clothes, and not rather a wearer of new clothes.
Hmmmm, Thoreau is no hypocrite. Not judging by his appearance, at any rate. Sartorial elegance wasn't his thing.
It's not mine either. I favour the Recently Dragged Through A Hedge Backwards Look.
And I rather fancy myself as A Bohemian Writer.
Today, I'm off to meet new clients somewhere east of Colchester. That's not very far from Russia. There will be a lot of smartly-dressed people there. You know, women who wear SHOES and suchlike.
I'll have to look in my wardrobe...
...see if I can find some clothes.
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| A Joel Beckwith etching |
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| Hat by Takaya Harayuishi |
Today, I'm off to meet new clients somewhere east of Colchester. That's not very far from Russia. There will be a lot of smartly-dressed people there. You know, women who wear SHOES and suchlike.
I'll have to look in my wardrobe...
...see if I can find some clothes.
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