How noble am I. I did the good 101 deed of not copping out and actually finishing a proper work outfit.
I do realise that these halcyon days of house-wifing (sod off spellcheck) will come to an end and I will seek out interviews. And jobs. One job ideally.
In the last interview that I can remember, I was asked by my dapper late-30s gent interviewer (after an hour on the fundamentals of corporate finance):
- What quirky thing are we going to find out about you in 5 years?
Huh?
- Uh, I do a little dressmaking...
- Fabulous! I love crochet myself.
Bigger huh?
- Right, great...
- So did you make this suit?
- No. A tailor in Thailand did...
After which follows a fascinating conversation on the virtues of bespoke suits.
But. This time around, I am prepared and will be able to proudly show off my pinstripe, fine wool dress as my own. Much more important than an opinion on Obama's health care package, surely.
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