A rare event

16 Mar

Hubby and I are going out for a meal tonight. In fact, any minute now.

We are going to try the new curry restaurant in the local town, as basically it’s near and we both love curry. Eldest daughter has happily agreed to babysit, and as she isn’t often around on a Saturday evening (being 17, in love and gorgeous) we have jumped at the chance. M has been OK with this plan, and seems to be looking forward to us being out, which is a startling change from her usual reaction to my going anywhere without her, but who am I to argue? 

Someone on Twitter said she hoped I’d be dressing up for the occasion and having a lovely time, and I got to wondering if I could actually “dress up”. I own one smart black skirt (which I am keeping ready for the funeral next week) and apart from that I am strictly a jeans and leggings sort of person. Not the epitome of glamour by any stretch, I do like my jewellery to match my outfits though, and that is about as far as I go. When I think of the time I spent BC (before children) shopping for new clothes, trying out new make up ideas, and then the whole preparation for a night out I am astounded to think I could have had that much spare time. Nowadays I brush my teeth, check my hair and change my top for something that might have seen the iron. 

Perhaps I should start thinking about some smarter clothes. But then, where would I wear them? No point having a posh frock to sit munching popcorn in a darkened cinema with 2 sticky primary age children or doing the school run in a suit – the staff were all amazed the other day when I turned up in a skirt for Red Nose Day. I didn’t think it had been that long!

So, I am off to raid the wardrobe for an ironed top (ha ha) and maybe I’ll even slap a drop of foundation on, but if you see a 40-something glamour puss out for a curry tonight it won’t be me OK?

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