The voice over dress code

Diamond tiara? Check. Shimmering evening gown? Check. Christian Laboutin metallic spike heels? Check. Yep another day, another voice over outfit. It’s not fair. I’m just your average Gracia-reading thirty something…okay late thirty something…actually make that late thirty something mother of two with a house, husband and you know proper responsibilities . Anyway I’m just one of those types. And I just want to be able to choose a fabulous, on-trend, don’t-she-look-good-for-her-age type work-wear ensemble. But who am I kidding. My work space is a tiny studio, in the corner of a room which is in my house. Most of the people I work for don’t even see me. I could be sporting head to toe Stella McCartney or tatty pyjamas from Peacocks. It doesn’t make a blind bit of difference. In my voice booth I talk to a producer down an ISDN line. They can’t see me and I can’t see them. But it doesn’t stop me. I think to myself I’m getting properly dressed for work and to hell with it! So there I am decked in my white sequinned, must-have Top Shop trophy jacket looking good and reading scripts. And the following day I’m wearing my new eighties inspired grey stretchy tunic and I’m loving that too. And by the end of each week I’ve triumphantly worn a varied and eclectic selection of voice over get-ups. Each one slightly kookier than the next. Who cares I think as I don a trilby hat perched at a jaunty angle. It’s my office I can wear what I darn well please. The dress code at my office is so relaxed I could even turn up in my birthday suit. In fact tomorrow…I think I will!