In the shop today Jenny and her two friends and I discussed tummies and upper arms (not unsual) which of course led us on to what we see in the mirror. It's clear that, that is as changeable as the weather. Yesterday I put on my new stripe maxi dress from Loulou. Took a look in the mirror and all I could see was tummy and butt and my middle-aged arms. The dress came off as quick as it came on. It goes without saying, I went to work in black. This morning I tried on the same stripe maxi dress and my mirror gave me a much more positive verdict. I thought the stripes quite liked me. Most days I wear my blacklola slip with one of my favourite long kimonos and happily so. Yet now and again I think black is dreadful or the green 'seagrass meadow' silk makes me look sick. Some days nothing at all works. You try everything thing you have in your wardrobe and end up late for work (or maybe that's just me). Why is it that one outfit can be so very wrong one day making you feel lumpy, drab and dreary. Yet, the next day the exact same creation makes you feel fantastic. You look at yourself in the mirror and can't understand how you didn't see it the day before. Well, it seems I am not alone in this possibly quite female phenomenon.