I’m starting to get panicky. After months of slobbing around I have three events which require me to be stylish, smart and elegant. At the end of March one of my nephews is getting married, at the beginning of April 3 of my Grandchildren are being baptised and, most terrifying of all, at the end of May my Son is getting married. So, first things first, lose weight. Difficult one at this moment as I am limited in the exercise I can do so it looks like it’s all down to a modified Atkins Diet. I know it works, I did it some years ago when it was the ‘in’ diet to subject yourself to, and I lost a size and a half in 4 months. Unfortunately as soon as I started to eat a normal diet the inches crept back on, and on, and on. To be honest I couldn’t give a damn what I weigh, its how I look in clothes that I worry about. Eldest daughter told me yesterday that she thought I had lost a bit of weight since the op, so that has inspired me to put some effort into it. Being realistic though I’m not starting it today as it’s Mothering Sunday and Son’s birthday meal tomorrow so indulgence will be the theme but it will start in earnest on Monday, definitely!
With it being three family ‘do’s’ I need three outfits, could be expensive and involve 3 outfits that may never see the light of day after the event. They are the wrong way round really. If Son’s wedding was first then Iwould mind being seen at the others in the same outfit, perhaps different accessories, but I’m not wearing whatever I think is most amazing outfit ever to Nephew’s wedding and then appearing at Son’s day in the same get-up. That seems wrong. So I hit upon a cost-saving plan, same outfit for 1st wedding and the baptism and buy it from E-Bay, so leaving me a good budget to buy a stunning outfit for my debut as Mother of the Groom. Once on E-Bay I typed in ‘Mother of the Bride’ and found this amazing dress
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Truly amazing, especially as it described as ‘everyday’. I have visions of myself arriving at clinic, or even better a homebirth, the stir I would cause, I just have this real feeling that it would not inspire my women to trust me. Shame really as I bet it would be really comfortable and hide a multitude of sins and, underneath it all it would still be me, after all ‘you shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover’, but there again I suppose that ‘clothes maketh the man’ (or woman)!