At the start of November I set myself the challenge of blogging every day during the month. I managed twenty-one days continuously… until yesterday. Quite simply, I wasn’t in the mood, I couldn’t think of anything productive to write that wouldn’t take several hours, I had spent most of the day working on another project and I gave up. The blogging enthusiasm went in the bin. To be fair, going from posting three to four times and month to writing every day for three weeks isn’t bad, but I’m still a little disappointed that I fell short of my target. Still, with a week to go until the end of the month I can catch up on the missed post, but sometimes a break is necessary to regroup and get back on track, even if it’s a short one.
I’ve had a busy few days this week. I have the Birmingham Awards event tomorrow where I am a finalist for Birmingham Blogger of the Year, which is exciting, and The Bloke and I went shopping for a dress (for me, although I’m sure he’d look lovely in one too). Quite frankly, I hate shopping for clothes – give me a stationery store and I would happily lose myself in there for hours – but I’m not particularly body-confident and it’s difficult to find dresses that I find flattering so I generally avoid it as often as possible.
It actually turned out to be a great afternoon. The Bloke is an incredibly patient person to shop with, so I had braced myself for potentially a full-day of trying on items that didn’t look right or didn’t fit. However, in the first store we went in I spotted a simple black dress with lace, tried in on, it fit beautifully, hid the things that needed to be hidden and cost almost nothing as it was in the sale. Boom.
If only all clothes shopping experiences were as easy.
And because it took less than an hour, we had the rest of the day to wander around the newly opened Frankfurt Market, where I ate the first of what I’m sure will be many foot-long German sausages (on a side note, there’s no way to phrase that sentence without it sounding incredibly rude, so I’m just going with it).
I’m looking forward to the event and seeing The Bloke in his tux – we’ve never been anywhere where one was required – but I think I’m going to have to prepare myself for the epic cold front that has just hit Birmingham and a thin lacy dress isn’t going to be much help. Perhaps I’ll wear my massive puffy coat (that I refer to as my sleeping bag), complete with the faux-fur hood that would easily fit me in with East 17 in their Stay Another Day video, just to be fashionable. With all the Christmas songs being played already, it seems like the right time of year…