I am extremely particular about what I wear to work. Most nights I choose my outfit before I go to bed, starting with clothes (arranged by category in my wardrobe), then moving on to shoes, belts and jewellery. Each morning, everything is carefully packed into my bike bag, ready for a quick change. And I don't even work at a fashion hothouse like Harper's or Vogue. The Guardian has – how to put this kindly? – a relaxed approach to office attire.
Quite how relaxed became apparent on Friday when I arrived at work to find I had forgotten my outfit, and the only clothes I had were the ones I had worn to cycle in: Lycra leggings and a skiing top (see above).
I felt self-conscious and not like myself. Was everyone looking at me? It turned out they weren't. They just thought I was working a directional take on sportswear. On the upside, I was warm for the entire day. And since my hours of wardrobe preparation are clearly going unnoticed, perhaps I'll roll out of bed and get straight on my bike from now on.
Who am I kidding? I spent the day planning what I was going to change into when I got home.
