This week I did an experiment. For one day I had to dress like a girly girl in the daytime. This might not sound so hard, but my day-to-day style is pretty masculine: jeans, boots, leather jackets, hoodies, flannel shirts and oversize tees are the order of the day. My feminine side mostly comes out at night decked in mini dresses and sky high heels. So on experiment day, I wore five-inch ankle boots, black tights, a t-shirt dress and my trusty leather jacket.
First unfortunate event of the day: I missed my bus in the morning because I couldn’t run the 100 yards to catch it. I was freezing cold all day, my feet felt like they had been hit with a sledge hammer, and that wasn’t the worst part. I had to visit the library on the way home to get books for an essay that has been looming over my head like a black cloud. Carrying said books (eight in total) I was fighting my way through a city centre jam packed with rosy-cheeked Christmas shoppers when I slipped on a discarded chip on the pavement. Luckily, I didn’t fall flat on my bum but I did manage to slam my forearm on a traffic light button-box in an attempt to save myself. Already limping and now wincing with what I thought at the time was a fractured arm (yes, it was that bad!) I made a hasty retreat home.
