The next hurdle? To make my wardrobe reflect it. Here Laura's Savile Row schooling comes into its own: in a blizzard of colour swatches, dressmakers' dummies, mood-boards and make-up demonstrations, she takes me through a wardrobe whistle-stop tour - getting me to step in and out of fashion hits and disasters, to really see which cuts, which accents, which materials suit and reflect me. She's got the intuition of a therapist, the eye of a fashion guru and, by close of play, her consulting room looks like a bomb hit it. She sees me off with my own colour wallet (a colour guide to take out shopping), a holistic personality appraisal and a great armful of clothes earmarked for the bin. Months later and my goddess is still stubbornly eluding me. But Laura's found hers. She's confident and bewitching. And not at all in the Halloweeny, Grotbags kind of way.