I am speechless. Bereft of words. Exhausted and ineloquent. I have been under an intense amount of work-related stress. Which I do not talk about on the internet.
I realised last night that the last time I can pinpoint feeling wholly well was sometime around my birthday. Oh the joys that stress brings. Joy and hairloss and a weakened immune system.
Suffice it to say that I’m currently unemployed.
I’m sure I will be employed soon enough, but in the mean time I will enjoy my redundancy payments for a few days at least.
Also! I am taking part in Dressember.
I think I was somewhat drunk when Amy suggested it on Twitter. We had missed “Frocktober” and … it kind of grew from there.
So. For the 31 days of December I will be wearing skirts or dresses or … anything that is not trousers.
There is one dress I adore which is a smidgeon too short and will need shortshorts to be worn underneath but aside from that, it will be all dresses, all the time.
Why? I have no earthly idea. BUT I AM DOING IT ANYWAY. There is little I like more than ridiculous challenges. You will probably see terrible grainy instagram photos every day as well. Because I also like to share my ridiculous challenges.