I woke up yesterday morning with a smile on my face. The smile was brought on by the realisation that I did not have to leave my home office except for the school run drive-through (a bit like Macdonald’s but without the money exchange, Happy Meal or up-selling).
I could save washing my hair for another day. I could throw on any old thing over my pjs and work it back with my three-year-old Havaianas and a makeup-free face hidden by big sunnies. Sweet.
The day I got smug about embracing my inner dag was the day I got this phone call:
Hi Nikki, it’s Lauren Ritchie from WIN Television News. We’re doing a story about fashion trends for Melbourne Cup and wondered if we could interview you? Today? At Myer. And could you please style up a model in four top-to-toe looks?
It was at 30 second mark in this conversation when I heard someone who sounded very much like myself tell Lauren:
Sure thing. What time suits you? Early afternoon would REALLY work for me.
You see, by now it was about 10am. I had wholeheartedly embraced my inner dag for three hours. I needed some time to de-dag and actually look like a stylist. And a stylist who was about to have an unforgiving camera thrust in her general direction.
I was not at all worried at this point about putting together the four outfits. No, I had much more pressing issues to deal with. You know, like my hair. That hadn’t been washed since Saturday. Oh, and the minor fact that I was still in my PYJAMAS.
I’m going to take you through just what I did next. In case you ever get caught out and need to de-dag and look sharp in a short time frame. Having said that, it’s been my personal experience that the chances of getting caught out looking daggy in public are completely proportionate to the level of dagdom with which you’ve chosen to embrace. Just saying.
(This post is also inspired by blogger Sugar Coat It and her Sliding Doors-like story about seeing me looking done up and being interviewed and then running the other way because she didn’t want to be seen looking anything less than fabulous … what she doesn’t know is that I would have thought it fabulous just to say hi to her.)
1. Hang up phone. Jump in shower to allow for maximum au naturelle hair drying time. My hair is long and thick and it takes a gazillion years to dry with a blowdryer. Hairdressers see blowdrying my hair as a way to make up for missing a pump class. It provides that much of an arm workout. I do not like pump classes.
2. Do quick reccie of wardrobe. Exellent. This Verily striped dress is back hanging up after a quick wash post-Melbourne. Quietly congratulate self on wardrobe filled with clothes that don’t require ironing. Smugly think I can re-create the look I wore to the ProBlogger Training Day. And then not so smugly realise that my white Country Road blazer is at the drycleaners recovering from said event and subsequent dumpling dinner in Chinatown. Quietly tell self, “I told you so” re purchase of anything white.
3. Put on striped dress, Uberkate beads and Country Road wedges anyway. Contemplate dash to drycleaners for jacket. Remember that have a coral-coloured blazer to pick up from Sussan. Score. Outfit sorted. Am even doing colour blocking so feel like proper stylist.
4. Head back to computer to
tweet a lot meet very important deadlines on very important projects.
5. Half an hour before need to leave home, return to bathroom, dry off hair for five minutes (all arms can take). ghd top layers only. Well, you don’t see the underneath ones do you?
7. Jump in car, nab sneaky park at Sunshine Plaza. Run to Sussan.
8. Ignore “she’s clearly crazy” looks from lovely sales assistant who I ask to cut off tag (hold the bag please, I’m being environmentally friendly). Throw on jacket, roll up sleeves to more flattering three-quarter length and run to Myer.
10. Organise four different racewear looks in approximately four minutes flat.
Here’s what I came up with for the television report (if you live on the Sunshine Coast, it will be on WIN News Sunshine Coast tonight):
And here’s something I fell in love with that will work with MY Melbourne Cup outfit:
Finding that bag was worth getting getting out of my PJs for, don’t you think?
Have you ever been caught out looking your most daggy when you least want to be seen? Do you have any tips for de-dagifying in a hurry?
PS. The news segment has now gone to air … please excuse my dodgy filming of the TV 😉