Due to a small and welcome windfall, I bought a new dress and heels this week. The shoes were a small eight so they will have to go back. That’s what I’m trying myself, rather than saying a wide nine may have been a wiser choice. Still, no need to worry about car parking, just a trip to the Post Office and they’ll go back without fuss.
I am hoping that somehow, all will be well with a Thursday night out. It seems an age since I dressed and I am slightly nervous on the organisation of the night. That and, will I remember how to do my makeup or style my hair? Maybe that’s just the nerves talking. I am not worried, just a little fretful hoping that the evening will go well for all of us. It seems so long since I’ve been out in the world. Still, Big Girl Pants on, slide on the mask, careful of the lippy, and best for forward.