My life seems to consist mainly of “work work work work work”. Working a nine to five in the city, working a sweat up at the gym in spin and working at home on my diet, my blog and my skin. Not to mention frantically trying to work 7 seasons of PLL before the next episodes are released!
I don’t work along side Karl Lagerfeld. I don’t go to banquets and balls every weekend. I don’t live in LA where it’s (kind of) acceptable to wear a mini dress and Giuseppe Zanottis grocery shopping in Wholefoods on a Wednesday afternoon. And unfortunately Karl’s cat probably has a bigger allowance for his attire than I do. So now, when I’m in a in a zombie state of mind, dropping countless LBD’s and backless T’s into my online shopping basket i’ve learnt to shake it off and drop them out.
But life is still good. My job requires sense of style and sparkle that allows me to take clothes from the runway and walk into reception without looking to out of place and then to dinner out with the girls on a Friday night.
From the awful 7AM start to the naughty last call at the bar, the smart-cazj outfit will have you looking your best through and through.
Even when you’re not feeling your best – Let someone else be the boardroom mess!