So, I have to confess, when I was changing the tyre in the school carpark yesterday I LIED about my outfit. I said to one of the Mums who were getting in the way advising, "Well its a good thing I'm only wearing my gardening clothes," as I got covered in filth lifting the punctured tyre into the boot.
In actual fact I was just wearing the first things I dragged out of the dirty clothes basket (In my flimsy defence I sprayed them with deodorant before putting them on.)
Yes. Well. I felt that perhaps I had hit something of a low. Due to the whole no-money situation I haven't bought new clothes since pretty much winter the year before last (that'd be 2008). And during that time my weight has gone from about 75kgs to around 84kgs and now back to around 80kgs (yes, diet getting there, slowly and with many bad days, but some good).
Turning up at school this morning I just felt daggy. Shapeless jeans and a t-shirt I've had for forever. I felt frumpy and out-of-sorts, especially with the kids so neat and tidy (AND IRONED), with hair all done and immaculate uniforms. Its ridiculous really, I mean how can I teach them to dress presentably when frankly most of my wardrobe is suitable for changing tyres and digging in the garden.
So, I headed into Hornsby and went shopping and got myself some new tops, a new scarf and even a head-band...
I did try to get a snap of myself in my new skirt
So yes. Operation Make-Over has commenced.