The dress sucked.
I mean, The Girl didn’t like it anyway. I believe the term she used to describe it was ‘eugh’.
Great – I’m taking fashion advice from a 3 year old whose favourite item of clothing is a bright pink lazy town track suit.
But fear not! I found a newer, prettier and all round lovelier dress to wear to my works christmas party.
<drum roll please>
TA-DA – Oh and the chick in the dress – not me – model from the catalogue!
I can hear you gasp in adoration!
It’s so pretty on too.
Makes my boobs look fabulous and covers all the lumps and bumps that Keira is solely responsible for that I inherited as part of motherhood.
You know, wobbly bits.
The glamorous shoes are sorted too. Not that I can walk in them – but who cares? It’s a sit down meal with a disco at the end so I’ll be sat for most of it and there’ll be a constant flow of rosé so I’ll probably discard my shoes in favour of being able to stand upright!
3 inch heels + rosé = walking disaster!