This morning I had a crises of fashion...

Not my first and - I can say with absolute, crushing certainty - not my last either. But let me explain...
Although interning at a fashion magazine is not always as glamorous as it sounds, one nonetheless likes to look one's best at work. Hence, the inevitable wardrobe meltdown on this, my ninth official day as a (albeit unpaid) working girl.
Standing in my undies, hands on hips, trying to stare down my maliciously passive-aggressive wardrobe...well, it gave me some time to think.
Remember school uniforms? Remember how most of us hated them, abhorred the mandatory conformity of the scratchy synthetic fabric? Well, not me: I loved my uniform. I know, I know - I can hear the gnashing of fashionista teeth. But the white blouse and bottle-green skirt, paired with white knee-high socks and brown leather baby-doll shoes, was bordering on cute, as far as uniforms go (which, admittedly, is not too far).
But the the real beauty of the school uniform was not having to engage in the daily morning, underwear-clad, me vs wardrobe staring match. Robotically donning a prescribed dress for five days in a row may seem boring, but independent research (conducted by yours truly on, well, yours truly) shows that not only does it alleviate stress, it also saves you time that could be spent more productively (either sleeping in, or having another cup of tea).
Of course, I'm not a total philistine. I love pretty clothes - and shoes, and accessories, and bags - as much as the next girl who knows that Bvlgari isn't an Eastern Block country. But remember back in school when you could spend all week planning what to wear on Friday night? Sure, we still can, but this age-old tradition gets clouded by the multiple wardrobe decisions we have to make during the week. And if you only had to put together outfits for weekends, and a couple of nights Monday to Thursday, the odds of a fashion-repeat lower themselves to less than one in six months, if at all.
I therefore propose the introduction of a working uniform. Something simply stylish, flattering to every figure. It can be on trend - hell, it can even come in a range of colours - and obviously it will be updated every season in line with the new collections. But it will be a uniform, and I will be saved my daily dressing drama,
A girl can dream.