oh happy day

I went and got my hair done this morning as my greys were very visible and we’re off to a wedding next week. Between now and then I wasn’t going to have time other than this morning, so off I went. I got myself a maccas frappe on my way there, a little treat just for me! So I sip, sip, sipped on the way to the hairdresser. I sipped while getting my colour done and I then had one of the most brutal hair washes I’ve ever had. I could feel the sickness growing inside me, I could feel all the colour draining from my face. I gritted my teeth and prayed the trauma that was my hair wash would be over soon so I could get to a bathroom. As soon as I was free from that basin and deathlike grip I ran for the loo. I just made it, thankgod as how embarrassing would that have been. When I got back to the hairdressers I told them I’d had to go vomit, and of course they then started quizzing me about if I’m pregnant. I’m not. Trust me. I still don’t know if I drank too much, or if I had too much of the cream on top of the drink, or what caused it but I’m officially taking frappes off the ‘treat’ list for a while. A situation I'd rather not repeat anytime soon.

After my hair was done I went off to browse for a dress suitable for the wedding. I have stuff at home I could wear so it was a no pressure shopping trip, the best kind right? I was a bit worried that everything at home may have been too big but I decided if I didn’t find anything at the shops I would try things on at home this afternoon and get something altered if necessary. I went into a ‘big girls shop’ (Autograph) and started browsing. I had a really nice shop assistant come up and ask if I was looking for anything in particular. I told her a dress for a wedding and she pointed me to a rack full of dresses. She then started showing me things and suggesting things, doing the sales pitch. I agreed to try a couple on despite not feeling 100% and in my head I’d decided I didn’t need anything and would wear something from home. She then turned to me and said ‘so you’re an 18 right’… and it was a statement, not a question. I was shocked, and I laughed at her – in hindsight that was very rude of me!? I said no, I’m not a 18. She looked me up and down and said ‘you're smaller than you think′…. I told her I was in the process of losing some weight so in all honesty I wasn’t sure what size I am. She handed me a two sizes, both smaller than what I am currently wearing and said ‘trust me… go try these’. I tried on the bigger size first, figuring perhaps maybe I was getting close to that size and it would probably be a bit snug. It not only fit, but it was actually a bit big!! What the hell? I walked out of the fitting room for some feedback and was told I looked fabulous, not just by the sales girls but by another customer. It has been years since I walked out of a fitting room looking for feedback. Normally I don’t even try things on, I take them home so I can humiliate myself in private and refund them later if no good. It was gaping a bit on the bust but I figured I could put a pin in it and all would be well. For a laugh I decided to try on the smaller size and well you could have knocked me down with a feather, holy-mother-of-gawd it fit! I took a picture of myself and texted it a friend to ask if I looked ridiculous. She wrote back straight away saying wow, what size is that!! I was beaming as I typed in the size and hit send!! Now I know I was in a big girls shop, and the dress was a stretchy material but man, what a confidence boost and one I really needed. Roll on some more kg loss!!! Oh and just to top it off, it was half price too! BARGAIN!!!

I would share a pic but I am pretty sure I'm gonna wear it next week so I'll keep it under wraps and share some after the wedding. xx