Hunter-Rose : Why it's better to be overdressed

Friday 31 January 2014

Why it's better to be overdressed

Anyone that knows me will tell you that I like to dress up and some might even tell you that I’m overdressed most of the time. This is very intentional, but to explain my rationality I have to take you a while back...

I stepped on an elevator to make my way up to the tenth floor of a building, like any normal person I kept to myself, avoided any eye contact and stayed a good sneezing distance away from the rest of the people. At about the 6^th floor a pen drops catching everyone’s attention (a thrilling elevator ride I must say!) and as I look up I catch the eye of a very attractive/familiar looking man. It takes me about 2 more floors for the shock and horror to loom over me - First I realised I was in the same elevator as one of my football favourites; in my head was a screaming teenager so gleeful to be in the vicinity of her high school crush, but on the outside I tried to be a composed woman not fazed by this beautiful creature standing directly opposite me. For the record, I didn’t fool anyone – the smile on his face told me that the gleeful teenager could not be contained. Anyway, secondly (and most relevantly) I was struck with panic when I realised that I was in my trackie-daks, I hadn’t washed my hair in at least a week and I couldn’t remember if I even showered that morning (what was on the 10^th floor was more important than looking fab). It dawned on me at about 9^th floor that this guy, who I’m sure I’ve fantasised marrying at one stage in my teens, was standing within arm’s length of me and I didn’t look cute! WAAAH! I vowed from that day forth I will never look homeless again!!

Here’s some fun snaps of us ridiculously dressed for mundane tasks, waiting for our fantasy man to come running in.

Love

Ivy xx