If I’m honest, I’m not one of those people you’d ever call ‘groomed’. In fact, the words ‘scruffy’ and ‘oh dear’ probably sum up my personal style.
So when a very flash looking invitation plopped through my letterbox, complete with lilac ribbon, inviting me to the swanky Tesco Mum of the Year awards ceremony at a very posh hotel in London, it prompted a bit of hysteria, if I’m honest. I’m one of the Tesco Mum of the Year ‘official bloggers‘, see? So I can’t shamble up in jeans and wellies. Oh no, I’ve got to look smart.
There’s a red carpet. And a ‘champagne reception’. There’ll be *gulp* celebrities!
As any self-respecting social media addict would, I turned to my Facebook page. I presented my friends with a load of dresses, and yelled HELP! in a loud voice. Here are the choices:
There were lots of votes for #6, and quite a few for #2. #7 was deemed ‘too Christmassy’ by English Dad, but all seemed slightly too formal for me. Let’s face it, I usually walk around with birds’ nest hair and my jumper inside out, so everything was always going to seem a tad formal, I fear.
Lovely Boden then jumped in with another choice, the ‘fun’ dress:
… which frankly does exactly what it says on the packet, and seemed a bit more me. Disaster struck, though, when it turned out that everyone else liked it too and it was sold out. Dammit.
Lovely Boden AGAIN came to the rescue by suggesting the fun dress again, but in a different colour:
And in a final, and rather fabulous twist, the really nice people at Boden actually sent me the dress! I know! They actually just said ‘hey, here you are, we’d love you to have it’. And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, they went and sent me the black formal one too, so I have a choice!
I am a lucky blogger. I’ll be reporting back on what I finally wear, what celebs I bump into and, of course, which fabulous Mum wins the title.
And yes, I’ll remember to brush my hair.