The writ has been dropped, Canada. Which is great, I am a huge fan of democracy, but the timing is so inconvenient. This is going to be the longest election campaign in Canadian history. Seventy-seven full days of electioneering, baby kissing, hair and beard dissing, and definition of risk duelling.

When I saw the flurry of political tweets come in this morning I gasped. How am I going to deal with this many of days of politics? Do I have what I need to get me through to the bitter end or will I need to stretch my resources and deal with the constant fear that my closet will be empty before the race is over? I would hate the success or failure of my election fashion to be determined by budget constraints. After All, here in Alberta orange is trending. I feel it is my patriotic responsibility to see that trend expand across the country.

So, as the journalists and pundits struggled to foretell Canada’s future in 140 characters, I leapt out of bed and threw open my (new) armoire.

Never fear! I am fully fashion covered for entire the election cycle.

I have several weeks worth of dresses from which to choose,

and will easily maintain my office fashion leadership.

I can switch it up and keep my image fresh as the situation evolves.

I can mix and match and play up or down my strengths and weaknesses to make just the right impression.

 

I am even all set for heading out into the cool fall weather, with outerwear:

and cool weather accessories:

I can even properly accessorize depending on what crowd I find myself in.

 

And I will stand tall; footwear…check.

I am so relieved.

Crisis averted, I will not suffer the election BLUES.