Ack!

It's bloody freezing tomorrow!! How in bloody hell is a woman do an ensemble under such adverse conditions?! Damn it to hell and back! I had visions of looking ethereal in a sari (fine! so ethereal fits me as well as dainty - I'm traumatised.. [just the sheer number of !!! should've tipped you off]...indulge me!). Deliciously cold, yet bright and sunny - what a perfectly crisp autumn day. Gah! Overrated seasonal balderdash!! If I want crisp, I'll wear a starched cotton shirt. I'm peeved now... seriously peeved. I like that word. Peeved. I am indeed. It's one of those words like smock. You don't get to say it very often, but when you do... you can't stop! Smock. Smock. Smock. An overpaid shrink could possibly make the connection that it's just a repressed way of not alluding to my deep seated attraction for Spock (think pointed ears, not babies). You can stop sniggering, the man fascinates me enough to ignore your hilarity in a deeply dignified manner.
So, Plan B. Do I go back to my baseline assumptions for Plan A viz. reverse engineer? (you can tell I'm a nerd. Who uses words like that when trying to explain that unlike conventional dressing, reverse engineer would mean you start with the jewellery and then work your way upto a level of dress acceptable for public consumption). Yes - I'm feeling ornamental.
By the way - do women, who say they have nothing to wear, actually mean it??? (and for God's sake, don't email me, leave a comment - that's what it's there for!!!)