I don’t complain about  lack of organizational skills; I think I'm really well organized person. But there are days when time goes faster. Especially in the morning. And I don’t mean those lazy mornings when I stay under a blanket with a good book, cup of coffee with frothed milk and delicious croissant. No, I'm talking about those mornings when I’m woken by the awful shrill twang of my alarm clock, I have 20 minutes to go out, no idea what to wear, and my hair lives its own life. Sounds familiar? How to deal with it? Run in a panic from one hanger to another, try blouses on the top of one another and after that your wardrobe is...