'Sale' signs plastered over shop windows, detox plans being discussed at great lengths, avoiding envelopes which look suspiciously like bank statements, and dreary mornings which make you want to stay in bed - it must be January!
Wake me up when it's over! One good thing about it all, I bought a rather fetching dress with matching shoes and bag, for a fraction of its original price. I don't usually rush out in the January sales to see what bargains I can uncover. Normally by January the thought of more shopping makes me feel slightly nauseous.
But this time I had a mission. My mission was to find a suitable (cheap) outfit for the office awards bash, soon to be held at Battersea Park.
Last year I decided I was too poor to buy a glitzy outfit, and couldn't really justify buying a dress which I would probably only wear once, and then come across ten years later, while exclaiming "I forgot I had this! But I'm too fat to wear it now."
So last year I played it sensible and safe and wore my black trousers and black top, with gold shoes and gold bag to accessorise. Big mistake. Every other girl was dressed in a ball gown/stunning evening wear. As soon as I entered the venue, I felt as if I were wearing a flashing sign saying 'Under dressed and sticking out like a sore thumb!'
I can painfully remember standing next to my work colleague and friend (who was wearing a flattering, flowing dress) and another office bod coming over to us, to say how lovely my work colleague and friend looked. When it came to me she merely looked me up and down, silently. How rude. She could of least have pretended I looked nice!
Now you can understand why the suitable (cheap) outfit was essential for this years awards evening. This year I am determined to blend in and enjoy myself.
And who knows, now I have the perfect dress, offers for fancy-nights-out may come flocking in. I may get a million and one chances to wear the dress, and I might not find it discarded in my wardrobe in ten years time, wondering how on earth I managed to slip the item over my ever expanding hips.
I live in hope.
(Expect pictures soonish.)
Picture of the day:
Who would like an emptier life?