In Which Mrs M Reinvents Herself

 There's a whole back-story to this, but it's far too involved and self-indulgent for a blog about vintage dressmaking. 

Really, the only necessary thing to know is that for almost thirty years I was a very glamorous goth, and at almost 50 I feel a bit of an arse teetering up to the Junior Engineer's school in leather and eyeliner, or going to work in my office in fishnets. I've spent too long at home during lockdown just about being motivated to put a bra on, and it's time to kick that to the kerb.

 It's not unworthiness or depression - it's a bloody-minded arrogance: like me or do not like me, you get me as I am in plain linen. Oh, there are all manner of reasons why I'm buggered if I'm willing to conform to societal conventions of presentation, but it's mostly that I like myself altogether too well to change it to please other people. 

On the other hand. the leggings with the holes in the knees, and the jumper that's so full of bobbles it looks like a Liquorice Allsort, is too far. 

So here we go. It begins....