So I finally got out of the house at night.
A dinner with other ‘school mums’ at the local Italian plus cold night = make up free and comfort, with just a dash of glam to differentiate the outfit from a school run.
Glam delivered through unwearable shoes – their first outing and little Chanel bag.
One thing I miss about being younger (pre-kids, working in an advertising agency) is the frequent opportunities to get dressed up. Which I guess is one of the reasons I write this blog – apart from celebrating style at all ages, it gives me a little context to getting dressed each day.
It’s sort of working.