I've just remembered something. My first day at uni. a million years ago in '78. I remember exactly what I wore: Jeans, fuschia pink, very casual, French connection sweat shirt (with fuschia socks), navy blue Kicker T Bar sandals. We all had to introduce ourselves and it was video'd back a term later (seems very techie now but it was more home video). When it got played back my friends literally howled out something like "snort, we knew you were posh even before you opened your,mouth".
Nothing much has changed over the last nearly 40 years and neither do I think much or have I ever thought much about managing to achieve that label. I didn't wear what I intended today and sit here now in Boden denim skirt on knee, navy opaque's, greyish/blue/pinkish per Una top, navy cotton 3/4sleeve mid thigh cardigan.
Silver watch, good rings, diamond studs (not real but small enough for people to wonder), silver classic watch, black teardrop pearl necklace with some tiny diamonds in the setting (that is real). Glass of wine and my slippers.
I'm not slim anymore just within BMI, blonde (multi-shades) and hairdresser helped, subtle make-up, good boots. Stand straight, have confidence. Never, ever tried
My tip looking back about what could be better. Look after your hands. Mine are awful, wrinkling and have sun damage and liver spots (gardening, rather than sunbathing). If I could turn back the clock: Handcream, rubber gloves, sunscreen on hands. No point ending up with fab rings if your hands let you down.
Mostly - have fun and laugh. Nothing ruins a look more than frown/sour lines and bitterness of the soul.