Remember all those things I’m not allowed to wear because I’m over 30?
Apparently I don’t. It wasn’t till I came to edit these photos that I realised I’m wearing 2 of them in this outfit.
There I was, innocently dressing myself in clothes I fancied wearing out for cocktails. Completely forgetting that both leopard print and short dresses areĀ in the “no go” zone. So a short leopard print dress is probably the LAST thing I should have put on.
Ooops!
I got changed about 5 times before I went out. I don’t do that often. Normally I know exactly what I want to wear, but on SaturdayĀ I just couldn’t get it right.
I felt like wearing something a little bit rock n roll.Ā I was also tired and hot after a long day at practice and wanted to wear somethingĀ comfortable.
I decided my post Derby helmet hair was “tousled”. With a little dry shampoo and a spritz of hair spray it almost looksĀ like I meant it.Ā I went with black eyeliner and lip gloss so there wasĀ no red lipstick to slide all over my face.
But when it came to clothes. I just couldn’t find anything.
I discarded a leather pencil skirt as too hot and restrictive. My Collectif tartan pencil dress was a bit too pin-up and tartan a bit too unseasonal. I couldn’t zip up a pink chiffon dress as the zip got caught in the fabric and I was too hot and irritated to sort it out.
I hate those moments in Summer when it’s so hot and the more things you try on the more frustrated and sweatyĀ you get. I hate the pile of clothes that I know I’m going to have to hang up again. I hate watching my make-up slide down my face while IĀ fight the urge to throw a tantrum and stay home inĀ pyjamas. I hate watching the clock tick inexorably towards the time that earlier I so casually thought would be a great time to go out.
After half an hour sat in a heap of clothes trying not to cry my mascara off, the leopard print dress came to the rescue.
Boden sent me this leopard print dress back in 2014. I loved it, then foolishly washed it and it shrank. I lost some weight and at Christmas last year I discovered that I could wear it again. If you love a dress and shrink it, the only solution is to hit the gym for a year till it fits.
That was obviously a happy accident, but I am glad to have this dress back in my life.
This is the first time I’ve been brave enough to wear it without tights.
Look, those are my knees!
In retrospect I should maybe have waited till the marks from my knee pads had faded after I’d spent all day in them at Roller Derby. Ā I’m sure they were probably gone by the time I got into town, right? Anyway, bars are dark, no one would notice
I have realised that as much as I love this dress, I am actually going to have to get a needle and thread, or at least some scissors, out before I wear it again. When the dress shrank the lining didn’t shrink quite as much so it’s half an inch longer than the dress. I tucked it upĀ under the waistband and thought it would stay put. Actually it fellĀ down every so often during the night and I had to tuck it back up. Which was a little irritating.
I think it will beĀ an easy fix, even for my limited non-existent sewing skills. Hell, if the worst comes to the worst I’ll just chop an inch off the bottom with scissors.
And that is the story of how I overcame a fight with my wardrobe and spent a fun evening drinking cocktails.
I hope in years to come it will act as a cautionary tale and a comfort to Women everywhere as they sit amongst piles of discarded clothes on a warm Saturday night.
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ā„ Dress- Boden*Ā ā„ Shoes – Miss KGĀ ā„ Panther Bracelet – ThriftedĀ ā„
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Link up with: Fizz & FrostingĀ Ā Pink SoleĀ More Pieces of MeĀ Style NudgeĀ Michelles PaigeĀ Not Dressed as Lamb
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