It's hard to take a photo of yourself in a big frock and resizing is a pain. But there you go. No make-up, messy hair but a posh frock.
I am so happy that I cried and I'm still wearing it because a) I'm so happy and b) its killed my dodgy wrists contorting to do up the zip and the million little buttons behind my back and I'm resting them before the undoing
Did I mention that I'm HAPPY
I officially fit into EVERYTHING in my wardrobe now
I am very happy bunny. Hippity hop.
My girls are going to be so thrilled to see mummy in her princess dress as they have called it when they've asked to look at it.