Over the weekend I completed a really easy refashion on a stretchy charcoal grey skirt and a two-in-one black and white top (it looks like a shirt worn under a v-neck jumper). All I had to do was shorten the skirt from calf-length to knee-length, and re-sew the collar of the shirt so that it doesn't look all buttoned up, and suddenly I had a whole new outfit to wear to work. Hurrah! It looked good with black opaque tights and the black ankle boots with white stitching, if I may say so myself.
But both items had been stuck in the back of the boy's wardrobe for the last 12 months. And you know that stale smell that clothes get when you leave them in a forgotten corner of the house for too long? It's not that nice is it? It smells like old people. Well, that's how I smelled all day today.
So, as long as you were a reasonable distance away, you would have been well impressed by my schoolgirl-goes-corporate attire. But you might have gotten a different impression once you got close enough to get a whiff.