Showing posts with label power dressing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label power dressing. Show all posts

Tuesday, 26 March 2013

Be careless in your dress if you will, but keep a tidy soul.

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!

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.

A Joel Beckwith etching
It's not mine either. I favour the Recently Dragged Through A  Hedge Backwards Look.

Hat by Takaya Harayuishi
 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.