I’m off to Dun Laoghaire tomorrow for the Maternity & Infant Awards 2017. I’ve made it to the final 10 in the Parenting Blogger category and I couldn’t be happier!
I’m looking forward to it, but truth be told, I’m bricking it. 🙂
I have noooooooooooooooo idea.
I suppose a part of it is excitement. Actually, most of it is excitement. I’m going to meet bloggers and writers who I have admired and followed from afar for quite a while. I am quite proud to have even reached the top 10, to have my blog named alongside these writers is such an honour for me already. To meet them and put faces to the virtual characters will be fab.
Still can’t deal with my name in this list 🙂
“On a scale of Mum to Marilyn…”
What does one wear to an awards ceremony? The whole “What to wear” issue usually doesn’t bother me too much. I’m one of those people who will decide what I’m going to wear and even though I might change 389 times, I will end up back in the first outfit I’d chosen anyway. But this event has had me slightly stressed this week. Maybe because I don’t know any of the people I’m attending with. Maybe because I had a dream on Tuesday night that everyone else was dressed in chic jeans and blazers and I was dressed like a 1980’s toilet roll cover… (Could happen!)
“On a scale of Mum to Marilyn, how glam are we going?”
There’s NOTHING in my wardrobe you know? Nothing!
So off I toddled to my buddy Rosie in Pure Boutique in Letterkenny . I was looking for something to fit into the dress code on the invitation, but then I spotted a dress and had an “I need that” moment, so although it is quite possibly way too dressy, I bought it. I may be closer to Marilyn than my usual Mum uniform, but it’s not very often we get to dress up during the day is it? And any excuse to be Glammy Mammied must be grabbed with both hands, mustn’t it?
I tried to convince my hairdresser Ciara in LK Hair Design to do my hair at 5am. Instead, she had a genius plan to make sure my hair looks less Worzelled than usual, so I’ve been summoned into her this evening to have curlers/rollers put in, like the glamourous wans off the tellybox. (I never understand why they have the curlers in but end up with straight hair? But it looks the part, so I’ll pretend I know what’s going on and go with it.)
I’m dragging The Him away from Jim for the day and he is coming with me. I needed a driver… and Himself to myself for a day. When we’re getting the chance to have a day of We-time, we’ll take it. The awards are taking place in the Royal Marine Hotel which looks amazing, so I’m looking forward to some chill out with him. It’ll be an early start on Saturday morning however as I have to hightail it back to Letterkenny to host the Donegal Youth Service fundraiser, the Afternoon Tea in Castlegrove House with my Buddy Joanne.
Sunday shall be spent on the sofa, watching The Polar Express and asking The Him if it’s too early for a Chilli Shaker every 15 minutes from 10am.
One of the other glammy Mammies tells me that there is food, fun and wine, so I’m sure than after a wee slug of rescue remedy, a slap of lippy and a glass of grapes, I’ll be grand.
If I win?… well I can’t even go there… We might need to have a party Mammies!? It would be such an achievement. But honestly, to even get to be at that table tomorrow and see my name in the top 10 is a huge personal achievement for me and “The S-Mum” already. I couldn’t be happier and it’s all because of you lot; My Mammy squad, whose comments and messages remind me every day to write and keep smumbling.
It’s going to be a busy one. Tonight will be spent packing bags and cleaning and organizing the whole world. I’ll be posting on my Instagram story tomorrow if you want to see what’s going on throughout the afternoon. Nerves aside, I shall pull up the big girl knickers and take a breath and drag my Donegal Backside to the Big Smoke to meet some Fablis bloggers tomorrow… There’s nothing else for it really is there!
Wish me luck! xxxxxx