I've always been someone who can be relied on to be on time. It's something my dad has always instilled in me and whilst as kids it would drive us mad always being the first guests at a party, now I feel I am well and truly my fathers daughter.
It's a weird one as many people would see this as a good trait to have. I'm reliable, conscientious and I don't like letting people down or upsetting people so will always ensure that I am on time for them. However, sometimes it gets a little out of hand when I insist on leaving half an hour early to walk, what I know is just a 10 minute walk down the road to where our friends are hosting a birthday party. We'll then have no choice but to hang around in the cold outside as the bar isn't quite open and there are certainly no guests there as "fashionably late" is apparently a thing...
About a week or so ago was the absolute pinnacle of my being late anxiety, and is what urged me to write about it today.
I was due to be in London for a job at 10am. My train was booked and I was due to depart from Manchester Piccadilly at 7:15am.
After an early night and a sleep that was interrupted due to me incessantly checking my phone to ensure I hadn't over slept, my body decided to wake up at 7:15 on the nose. I'd missed my train, I was going to be late and I went into meltdown.
After frantically hopping out of bed and attempting to do something with my hair after sleeping with it wet (when will I learn?!?) I managed to board the 8am train meaning I would be around 45 minutes late for my appointment. By 8am I'd already cried 3 times and was struggling to slow down my heart beat whilst attempting to slap on some make up in the Virgin Trains toilet... Oh the glamour.
When I arrived in London everyone was SO understanding and it really wasn't the end of the world as I thought it to be, but my goodness I could not shake the panic for the entire day.
It's human nature to be late from time to time, but it's just not something I'm very good at. When I fear I'm going to be late or God forbid am actually late, I feel like the white rabbit from Alice In Wonderland with his "I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date" chant going round and round in my mind.
It's a weird old thing, not something I'm genuinely concerned about, but something I thought you guys might find interesting. It's odd and something I don't really know how to articulate as it sounds totally ridiculous, but as this little slice of internet has always acted as my diary, I thought I'd mention it today just in case any of you have similar issues, whether you know how to reign it in or if not, then please teach me how to calm the fook down!
Anyhoo, weird phobia's aside, lets get on with the outfit, which just so happens to be one of my go-to's if I am ever running late/don't have as much time to get ready in a morning.
You might remember this look from my recent stint at London Fashion Week. I wore this on Sunday for the Topshop show after they kindly invited me into store to select an outfit for the show... Hello dream come true!
As soon as I slipped into the Prince of Wales Check pinafore I knew this look was the one.
However, I was a little concerned with how familiar it felt to me. Mini dresses layered over high neck tops, creating a somewhat sixties aesthetic has always been a little safety blanket for me; Something I know I look and feel great in. However, even knowing I felt great in it, I didn't walk out of the door with it straight away through fear of it being too obvious a choice.
I'm always wittering on about shaking up your personal style and escaping styling comfort zones once and for all (read this post here) however, sometimes it's nice to know that you can rely on a few styling saviours to make you feel great, especially if you're running a little behind schedule.
It's the little updates to the styling saviours, the small things, that make a look what it is.
The millennial pink shade running throughout the dress and of course with the high neck top give the failsafe look a modern update that is perfect for AW17, whilst the red slip on loafers offer the perfect contrast to the look whilst also being perfectly on trend having seen red footwear across all catwalks this season.
Stacked rings and a cross body bag make it a oh-so totally "Megan Ellaby" styled look but hey, thats okay.
So with that absolute brain fart of a post I will bid you farewell.
It's currently Sunday night, I'm home alone and nursing a hangover (when will I ever learn?) so I think I just needed to word vom at you all and hope it makes some kind of sense.
Let me know what you think about this look and whether you have any style saviours yourself? Also please do let me know your thoughts on the whole Allegrophobia nonsense, it's always good to chat it through.