Today, I went home in my lunchbreak and got changed. I hear you laughing, wondering what on earth I managed to spill on myself to warrant going home to change but I am not a klutz, nor did I tear anything, have a wardrobe malfunction or realise I was wearing mismatched shoes. I simply became uncomfortable and bored with what I was wearing.

When I got dressed this morning, I was happy with my outfit. A brown and turquoise maxi dress accessorised with a gold belt, gold flats and gold earrings. Many people commented when I got to work about how nice I looked, where could they find a dress of similar colour or length or style – one even said I was channelling my inner 70s goddess and since that was kind of what I was going with, it made me happy.

But my office has a lot of stairs and they are not conducive to wearing a maxi dress (or heels but that’s another story). The wind walking to work this morning made the dress flap about my legs and while I wasn’t flashing my knickers on Collins Street like I usually do (Collins Street is REALLY windy up the west end, but rereading that makes me sound a touch slutty and it’s not how it sounds at all, I promise you!), it made walking quite difficult. The camisole singlet I wore under the dress to preserve my modesty at work wasn’t sitting right, causing me to spend an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom adjusting and I just couldn’t feel 100% comfortable while worrying about how I looked every time I returned to my desk.

So come noon (after watching the Marc Jacobs Fall/Winter 2010 Show live streamed from New York Fashion Week – note: BRILLIANT), I jumped on a tram and headed home. Can’t tell you how much I love that I am only 15 minutes away from a change of clothes should I ever spill or tear anything!

A quick costume change (now in Portmans black top and Cue red and white striped skirt), a bit of Oprah (Mike Tyson was on today) and cereal (I haven’t been shopping this week, that’s all I have in the house) and I was back on the tram returning to the office for the afternoon shift.

Two hours later and only three people have noticed I am wearing something different than what I was this morning. Even the people sitting next to me haven’t said anything, which amuses me more than anything else really. The poor receptionist thought I must have been wearing the dress yesterday but couldn’t quite work it out and one of the girls I ran into in the bathroom gave me a questioning look but didn’t say anything. It’s really quiet funny.

So while I am comfortably in my afternoon wear now (with thongs, haven’t managed the heels yet today!!) I think I will keep my maxi’s for weekend wear. Wouldn’t want to have an accident on stairs and have to go home with a tear for real.