Whilst we have been living like grown-ups, in a proper house (finca) for the last six months, I have managed to catch the news on BBC1 most mornings. I do enjoy the Breakfast show and like to listen to Steph who does the business news – she brings a bit of fun (and glamour) to the programme.
Anyway, this morning she was discussing the pros and cons of ISA’s, with an independent financial advisor (whose name I forget). The F.A. Not only gave out some excellent advice, but also looked gorgeous; as I was watching I thought, ‘I love her purple dress, it’s just my style and colour’. Then I realised I have a very, very, similar dress…somewhere in storage along with so many of my things.
Sharing my thoughts with Tom, I realised that I soooo miss dressing up. I used to dress up for work, for going out to dinner, for lunch with friends and for shopping trips. Nowadays I dress up very infrequently; the farmer would think I’d gone nuts if I paraded around the orange and lemon groves in a dress and heels.
When I do dress up it is in the same few dresses. Four at the last count, which gets a little boring. A lot boring actually.
We are headed back to the UK in a few weeks where I am hoping we will be able to buy – and live on – a narrow boat for twelve months. You are probably now thinking, ‘Surely you are not going to wear your purple dress and heels on a narrow boat…’, and you would be partly correct. But…I can at least bring it (and a few other darlings) out of storage so that when I go to work (delivering trainings mostly) I can wear it and take delight in dressing up again.
I did dress up a couple of weeks ago actually. Tom had given me the gift of a Spa voucher, including an overnight stay with dinner and cava, for Christmas, and we managed to use it over the Easter weekend.
It all went well; the Spa and Golf resort (La Finca) was gorgeous. Very minimalistic but serving spectacular food, having an immaculate and large spa area, and offering huge rooms (we could have fitted our caravan in twice-over). However, I looked like a safari.
I had taken my zebra-print maxi-dress and the only high heels I possess just now – leopard-print! Thank heaven the dress was a maxi – at least the shoes were partly hidden. I didn’t know whether to make the high-pitched yip of a zebra, or the guttural sawing sound of the leopard, when I looked in the mirror. I ended up laughing like a hysterical hyena. Hey-Ho.
Dressing up, whether you are a little girl mooching through your dressing-up box, or a big girl getting it right (or wrong in my case)…It’s A Girl Thing,
Hugs, Leigh X