What I Wear To Work

People often write to me saying, ‘I just love your style; how can I do get the ‘Fiona Dunbar’ look?’

All right, no one has EVER written to me saying that. Why would they? I’m a writer, not a telly person. And as such, my work clothes are a shambles. They consist of the following:

Favourite Jeans. Yes, they were already distressed when I bought them; now they're positively traumatised.

Favourite Jeans. Yes, they were already distressed when I bought them; now they’re positively traumatised. SECOND SKIN.

Fave cardi. It's full of holes. I love it no less for it.

Fave cardi. It’s full of holes. I love it no less for it, and refuse to wash it (am worried it’ll shrink/become one big hole).

Yes: slippers. In the summer it's flip-flops.

Yes: slippers. Avec stains. In the summer it’s flip-flops.

Here I am in the complete ensemble:

Hair not fixed up! No make-up! Reading glasses. Stain on T-shirt. The unvarnished truth.

It’s also really great not washing your hair or putting on any makeup.

Trendsetter, n’est-ce pas? I wear the same jeans for several days running. When they need washing, I put on my Other Pair of Jeans, but it’s not quite the same.

This is how I look about 70% of the time. So it’s not surprising that when I go out, I relish the opportunity to glitz things up a bit:

OK, I'm not usually as OTT as this; I was channeling the Mad Men vibe for a party.

OK, I’m not usually as OTT as this; I was channeling the Mad Men vibe for a party.

A while ago I was talking to the ultra-glamorous Liz Pichon about this, and found we both felt the same way. If you work in an office, you have to make an effort every day, so it’s a bit of a fag. Whereas for us, we can’t wait to get our glad rags on; it makes a nice change. And I don’t think I’ll ever, ever outgrow fancy dress parties; any excuse to wear a wig and bring out my inner drag queen/pantomime dame.* That said, whenever I’m off to a school visit and I see women on the train at 7.30am in tight, uncomfortable clothing, makeup and heels, I feel very glad I’m not one of them. I’m lazy; I LOVE not having to get tarted up (of course no one *has* to – that’s a whole other discussion…) I love slipping into my slippers. They’re reassuring. It’s a ritual that says, ‘time for some writing!’ and gets the creative juices flowing, like the bell for Pavlov’s dogs. (Well, except when it says ‘time for some housework/paperwork’…groan).

I’d quite like to have a trademark, though. The fabulous Sarah MacIntyre has her vintage-style spectacles and hats:

Note also the brilliant hand-made placard!

Note also the brilliant hand-made placard!

Jacqueline Wilson has her rings, Philip Ardagh his beard, Philip Reeve his suave tailoring. Terry Pratchett and Frances Hardinge also have trademark hats, and Chris Priestley has his bootlace ties. Maybe my trademark is my petite stature – or possibly the KILLER HEELS I wear to compensate (though I’ll probably have to give up on those eventually) One thing you *won’t* find me in publicly, for sure: my work clothes!

I’d love to know what other GHB bloggers wear when they’re writing (PJ’s? A onesie?) Perhaps we could have pics (Susie?) And I’d like to know if readers have a favourite ‘writer look’, or a trademark to suggest! There’s nothing remotely necessary about a trademark, of course – I just have rather a fondness for them. Over to you.

* Technically this would mean I’m a man, but you get my drift.