Charlie: My Story
I checked in the full length hall mirror before leaving the house. I was more than happy with the way I look. I locked the front door and strolled down the drive to my car, I got in and backed out of the driveway, no need to change my shoes, these are only three inch heels. As I drive to the railway station to catch my train to London. I smiled to myself realizing how much enjoyment I now get out of life. I am wearing a simple navy three quarter sleeve jersey dress, the hem falls just above my knee, my nude pantyhose blend perfectly with my navy leather stilettos. I have absolutely minimum jewelry, just a gold watch and simple gold disc earrings. I have a black woolen winter coat over my dress, the hem just four inches from my ankles; my only other accessory is my navy shoulder bag. My makeup is minimalist, just foundation, a hint of blusher, light mascara and eyeliner, eyebrows deep brown, no eye shadow and a natural colored lipstick, my nails are bright red.
If you had suggested, eighteen months ago, that this is the way I would be going to the job interview today, I would have laughed at you and told you that the very idea was impossible. But I am getting ahead of myself and must tell you the whole story.
© March 2012 by Sabrynabrooklynne.
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