My first impression to everyone is an assumption that I know what I’m doing. Unfortunately this is a result of genetic information from my father’s side and is totally out with my control. I suppose I carry myself well. Sometimes I know what I’m doing, other times not. I neither want or need to give any impression. It just happens.
My father was a man that would instil confidence, his appearance, like many men of his era was on the whole impeccable. During his life time, he naturally would look the part wherever he happened to be.
I have that quality, but without much to back it up, though I do tend to stay calm in an emergency. I suppose being female it’s more difficult. Let’s face it good shoes and a well tailored suit with a suitably matching shirt and tie is not going to be appropriate all the time. Women have more choice, therefore more opportunity to make a bad one.
Yes clothes make’th the man and can undo the woman. On the whole clothes make the impression, but what’s underneath is what counts.
thenotsomightyom 