Sorry for the lack of postings. The summer of madness is nearly over, and Tim returns from a business trip this weekend so he can resume his role as my chief outfit-snapper. (I’m sure he will be so thrilled to get back to it…).
I decided that I’d include some in-the-mirror self-portraits for you in any case, because I’ve got some new clothes to share, and — furthermore — I’m missing you all. 🙁
On Wednesday night I had the rather ruddy great honour of being the red-carpet presenter for The Paralympic Ball. My role was to interview the celebrities and paralympians, and present the event video, which raises awareness of the ball and the charity it funds.
My interview victims included Jon Snow (charming), and Prince Edward (surreal), but it was the paralympians themselves who completely took my breath away. You may have realised by now that I lead a somewhat… um… varied existence. I’ve had some truly weird, wonderful and wacky experiences during my career, but Wednesday’s event was by far the most humbling. I spoke to Derek Derenalagi, an ex-soldier who — immediately after having both his legs blown off by a Taliban bomb blast in Afghanistan — thanked God for his survival. He’s since become a Paralympic GB discus thrower. Lee Pearson was born with arthrogryposis multiplex congenita, and his inability to ride a bike led to his parents buying him a donkey instead of a BMX. He later joined the Riding for the Disabled Association and has now won ten gold medals in the equestrian arena.
Let’s be honest, if anything is going to put your “my feet are so annoyingly big” problem into perspective, its meeting people like Derek who don’t actually have feet. I don’t quite know how to get from the last paragraph (about amazing human achievement) into the next paragraph (about what I wore to the ball), without coming across as more than a little bit shallow, but fashion is what this blog is all about. It’s perhaps just worth reminding myself that a mad dash around Oxford Street to find a suitably long ballgown is not a particularly big deal.
Turns out, I didn’t actually need a ballgown (thanks for your helpful suggestions on the Facebook page in any case). Despite buying a beautiful black and lacey one in House of Fraser’s JS range, I later received instruction that I was to adopt a more dressed-up corporate look.
Instead I wore a new skirt from Zara, (with a fancy leather peplum-ish frill — £59.99), with my Next blazer, a black H+M jacket, some Dotty Perks kitten heels (I go a bit lower when I’m on the interview trail!) and some chandelier earrings for a bit of sparkle.
Below is a pre-event pic, and also yesterday’s outfit photo — I thought I’d wear the skirt again but dress it down, Alexa-chung styley, with a fine-knit top (Topshop Tall, £18) and my New Look studded wedges.
And obviously I’m now in possession of a slightly unnecessary ballgown.
It’s actually a little bit too big around the boobs so I may take it back (and I’d rather not fork out 92 quid on a dress I’ll hardly ever wear), but I thought I’d include a photo, because it does fit me perfectly length-wise if I’m wearing flats, and there are still some available online. And I secretly want to be a mermaid when I grow up.
P.S. (Ignore the online review of this ballgown from the 5’3 girl… she must be falling over it in her 4 inch heels… I’m 6ft, tried on two different sizes and they were both long enough).
P.P.S. Anyone else been totally captivated by the Paralympics?