Welcome

Hi! Welcome to my blog. I am brand new to this so hope you will encourage me in my new pursuit of blogging by posting a comment to help me keep going. I think this is all going to be a bit of a journey so hope you might find something that will interest you. I have long had dreams of having something in print and this seems like the best way to go about it...and it's free!!
The only writing I have ever really done is a shopping list every now and again and I always manage to lose that on route to the supermarket so it's never done me much good.

So, here's to blogging and here's to maybe making a few new friends through it.

Rachel.

Friday, 22 February 2008

Going posh.

Tonight I am going to be a posh and beautiful lady!!!!!!!!

Well, that's the theory anyway. The vicar who lives here and I have been invited to a black tie dinner and auction of things money can't buy. We are going with some very lovely friends. But..I am nervous.

As the mother of 4 full on children, all lovely but not what you might call demure, I am not used to posh. I always think we've been reasonably posh when no-one has burped or farted at the tea table for once.

And as for dressing up and looking gorgeous..well the word "never" springs to mind. I try to remind myself each day that the Lord looks on the heart not the outward appearance. I use this as an excuse for looking like I've been dragged through a hedge backwards most days. But as I also struggle with a quiet time I'm not too sure how my inner appearance looks either.

However, I am in possession of a b-e-a-u-tiful dress, lent to me by a very dear friend. I am borrowing my eldest daughter's shoes which are a perfect colour to match...a sort of raspberry pink. The dress feels gorgeous and I shall be trying my hardest not to spill anything on it.

The vicar is wearing a dinner jacket and trousers he found in a charity shop 5 or so years ago for a tenner. As long as he remains in the right light you would never know that the jacket and trousers are a different colour.

I bought him a bow tie and with 3 hours to go until we leave it is all systems go to learn how to tie the blinking thing!!!!!! My small girls who are very girly girls are keen to help me with my hair and make up. This does not help my nerves.

So, why am I nervous?? Well, can I really do this? Can I look ok? Will I be able to walk in these very lovely shoes that have a....heel?? Will I be able to manage a glass of wine and not tell a dirty joke? Will my hold-everything- in- pants be all that should be? Will I manage not to nod my head in the auction and spend several thousand pounds on a scuba diving experience in The Wash?

All these questions and more will be answered at the earliest opportunity. In the meantime I have a nearly seven year old daughter weilding the hair straightners. Pray for me Sisters!!!!!!!

With love,

Rachel.

1 comment:

Van said...

SSOOOOOOOOO Rachel - How was your night out with the prince, I mean the vicar? I just love the images you conjure up with your writing - Rachel and the vicar going to the ball. Please post pictures!
It's been so long since I have dressed up for an evening - sounds like such fun. Although I do cherish my casual lifestyle now that my man has retired.
Cherio.