I received a very exciting email a couple of days ago. The email was from the Belfast Telegraph letting me know that not only had I apparently been nominated but I'd actually been shortlisted in the Woman of the Year Awards 2012. The Fashion category no less :O
To say I am flabberghasted would be an understatement of the grandest proportions. I'm over the moon and so very grateful but completely agog. I wouldn't describe myself as ''fashionable'' at all. I'm style conscious sometimes but mostly, after losing the weight I did, I just want to enjoy clothes. For me, that's what fashion is about. Rekindling that childlike wonderment you got when you opened your dress up chest.
Anyhow! Yes! Delighted beyond delighted to have been shortlisted! With that news came the invitations to the awards ceremony next Wednesday night. A black tie affair. Formal dinner, drinks reception, entertainment and the awards.....
Lee and I received our complimentary tickets in the post today.
And so we find ourselves in a quandary.
Long time readers of this blog will know my issues with being out and about. A social situation such as the one listed above is terrifying. Added to that it's at night and Riley would have to be babysat, someone would actually need to put him to bed (that's always been us) the hurdles just keep on coming.
My lovely Grandfather passed away 2 days ago. Throwing everything into a cloud of sadness and uncertainty.
However, I'm pretty sure if he thought for one moment I was using that as an excuse he would have a well rehearsed cutting jibe to throw at me...
Of course it also goes without saying that I haven't a thing to wear. I honestly don't. I have nothing even remotely suitable. And Lee? He only owns jeans. A mini disaster I'm sure you'll agree.
So, there it is folks.
What do you think? Does this Cinderella go to the ball and get her happy ending?
Any fairy godmothers want to send me my ballgown and glass slippers? I've been wishing...
Bibbidi bobbidi boo?