Now, I will readily admit to being nervous as a nervous thing. What to wear? Make-up or no? What to do with my hair? I know that they would not care either way, but for someone with 'issues' it was a fairly big deal.
Anyway, went for soft make-up, which promptly got sweated off in a run-for-train-carry-impossibly-tall-4-year-old. Which we missed anyway. Damnit! This on top of the grime which appeared to just attach itself to my face made me wish I had stuck with my usual bare faced look!
So, hair, easy in hot weather ponytail, oh what a shock!
BUT....
I wore a DRESS! Nearly took it off again, but I was pulling on my trousers and just thought 'uh' sooooo in a fit of confidence I threw on my tights, grabbed my dress and put it on and then hunted down my beloved boots (http://www.schuh.co.uk/black-dr-martens-triumph-1914/1407187020/tt/1/) and told mum I was ready to go before I changed my mind, and my clothes!
I actually felt great. So I shall be wearing dresses more, go me!
