Twelve years of Catholic school made me hate, loathe and despise uniforms.

In elementary school, we had to wear these fuggly blue plaid skirts, with suspenders (ghod forbid you wore them without suspenders), white Peter Pan-collar shirts and a little tie. At least the boys got away with dark trousers and their tie in that fuggly plaid.

In high school, it was a grey uniform skirt with matching blazer. In the snow, we were only allowed to wear neat, pressed dress slacks with the uniform skirt over it. Our "summer" uniforms looked like we were either candy stripers or waitresses at Denny's.

Then, of course, I got to uni and suddenly had to make up my own fashion choices.

Ya can't win.