I titled this post, and its caption, A Happy Mess, because basically, that's what I look like (in my own eyes). I can see that my fringe (bangs in North America) need a trim, and my belt is a bit askew, and I'm urging Gorgeous Husband to hurry up and take the photo, as he's dashing off to be somewhere else. All in all, not really "polished". And you know what, that's just fine with me. Perfection can wait until tomorrow.
Jacket, shirt: charity shop
Brown belt: gift
Black skirt: so old it can vote
Also a lovely striped T shirt cuffs showing, but not on this photo (drat!)