September 21, 2010 § 1 Comment
Okay, so it’s been a few days since the wedding actually occurred, but I’ve had so much to think about (and, quite frankly, so much to watch on TV – need to clear out the planner) so didn’t actually get round to it until now.
So, I decided to go with the blue dress (the one I loved). I still like the black and white one, so that is hung up in my wardrobe and shall be used soon (if, that is, I get invited to any parties/night outs soon). The blue one, however, is being kissed constantly by myself.
I was feeling quite self-conscious on the way, as Couch Potato had said it looked “too old for me” (yet Daughter said the complete opposite. Who shall I believe?!). By the time we were getting out of the car my legs were practically wobbling and my nails were getting bitten more and more as the seconds progressed.
We got in the church and the wedding was brilliant – so lovely and romantic.
It was the reception that people actually started to notice me, though. I was wearing oiled tights to boost my confidence slightly, and people complimented me on my ‘lovely legs’ as they passed me on the stairs. If only they knew, I thought.
But I was most fond of the compliments I received on the dress. A few youngsters told me it suited me well (I’d paired it with black shoes and a black cardigan, despite thinking it was a bad idea beforehand), thankfully, so I told them how my darling partner had told me it looked too old for me. They immediately disagreed, so I vowed then to never trust his opinions again (yes, even if he tells me a sheepskin sack outfit would look quite bad to a trip out to a water park. Even then).
I love you, dress. You are my new husband.
September 15, 2010 § Leave a comment
Tonight, I went out to look at yet more dresses. I went to Monsoon first of all, and found 2 dresses that I took a shine to at first glance.
The 1st was this one:
which I absolutely adore. The only problem with it, though, is that I’d probably have to then search all over town for some blue shoes to match (after already finding a matching clutch. I don’t half feel famous). I did buy it, obviously (how could I let it stay in the shop, all on it’s lonesome? I just had to get it), and I need a bit of fashion advice. What sort of shoes shall I wear with them?
And this is the 2nd one I found:
which I am rather fond of. I bought a small black cardigan to go over the arms for this one (let’s say I’m not overly confident in the arm department), and it looks quite nice. I’m going to try them both on tonight, and see how I look with them both on. I’ll update tomorrow (that is, if I actually get round to trying them on. I am quite shattered, and so may end up falling asleep in front of the keyboard…).
I’d love your opinions on the dresses, and what to wear with either! Thanks!
September 9, 2010 § 6 Comments
My friend’s wedding is coming up, and I haven’t even chosen my outfit yet.
I went out looking in the reccomended shop and found a few nice dresses that I thought would look nice on me, but the prices just put me right off. £200 for a plain black dress! *faints*
For the hen night I just picked a couple of outfits to go along with the events, but obviously I can’t wear them to the wedding, so the wardrobe doors close. I need to find a nice outfit before long, or else I’ll be showing up to the wedding wearing nothing but my pyjamas – and it is seriously looking that way.
When I went to the shop yesterday, I saw lots of lovely dresses. The shop assistant came over multiple times, saying “oh, wow, that would look splendid on you!” and “that would go well with your skin-tone [pale] nicely!”
But, of course she’d say that. She’d tell Jabba the Hut that the dresses would suit him just to get money out of him.
I’d better find a shop fast, otherwise Jabba will be having my invite instead, wearing my special dress…
August 31, 2010 § 2 Comments
My son will be starting high school exactly one year from now.
It seems like only yesterday I whipped the camera out and took a photo of him in his new school uniform and wonky specs, all toothless grins and excited bounces.
And now it’s his last primary school year.
He goes back tomorrow, and I’m just about to go out and buy some new school shoes for himself and Daughter. He seems quite excited to be starting his very last year at primary, but that’s probably only because he’ll be one of the oldest (but probably still the smallest) in the whole school.
I overheard this conversation the other day, which proved my point:
Son: Is Year 6 easy?
Daughter: Yeah, why?
Son: Well, I wanted to know if the work is hard.
Daughter: No, it isn’t. It’s way easy.
Daughter: Are you excited?
Then again, he did hide Henry the Hoover in his room under his desk for no specific reason, and left a bowl of moulding lettuce on the desk.
Surely he isn’t THAT mature…
August 6, 2010 § 4 Comments
Some people have experiences in life that changes them – whether it’s a death in the family, or just a discovery that changes their outlook on life itself.
For me, it definitely has to be my children’s births.
Especially my daughter’s.
When Daughter was born, I was, of course, over the moon. But I made a decision I never thought I’d later regret.
I gave up my job.
I was a secretary. I had various jobs to do, but loved them all. I felt I was meant to be one, it was my ideal occupation. But, to look after my baby daughter, I gave up the job, as Couch Potato worked full-time.
A short while later, I got a new job – a night job, so that when Hubby came home, he’d be able to look after Daughter, and I’d be able to go out and work for extra money. We didn’t really need it, but I just did it to be able to have a little ‘pocket money’, to go to the hairdressers, or just to buy some clothes that tickled my fancy at the time.
The new job was waitressing.
Sure, it wasn’t as good as secretary work, I knew that, but how was I able to look after Daughter if I was working in an office all day? You may be shouting at the screen “nanny!” or “childminder!” or even “your parents!”, but I didn’t feel that was the best option for her. I didn’t want her to grow up not having spent enough time with me, and more time with someone whom I’d be paying to care.
Of course now, I feel I made the wrong decision.
My daughter isn’t a very independent girl, and I think that maybe if I had hired somebody to look after her, she’d be more independent and less shy. Although I did the exact same with my son, he’s less of a shy person than his sister, for some unknown reason.
I will forever regret quitting my job – maybe if I hadn’t we’d have a better income now.
Then, looking from a different perspective of things, if I’d have done things differently, my children wouldn’t be like they are now. Sure, they might have been a bit more well-behaved, but not the exact same, would they?
This post was inspired by Josie at Sleep is for the weak, a post for her weekly Writing Workshop.