Last Saturday night I did something I haven’t done in the longest time, and I mean the longest of longest times. I had a ladies night out, with an amazing gang (we call ourselves the gang) of mummy friends I have made through Cohen starting school. We all get along wonderfully and are all very different from each other and it gives us a wonderful dynamic and laughter when we’re all together.
Our night out had been planned for weeks and as luck would have it in the days leading up to Saturday every possible challenge was thrown our collective way, trying to jeopardise our night out. But we pushed on through all the challenges and we had a great time for it.
With it being a long, long, long overdue child free night out, I was having it no other way and I announced to the girls I was glamming it in the style stakes, even though we were just going locally to a cafe bar close to all our homes.
I love this frock it makes me feel all sorts of awesome and fun, and now that I’ll be having more occasions to pop out child free, this dress will certainly be a contender for fun nights out. Our night out was fabulous, not a single a photo was taken as evidence of good night as we were all too busy letting loose and being in the moment. By the time I got home and and into to bed finally, it was 12.30am and I had to be woken at 5.30am because we had a garage sale we were doing at home.
Yeah I know stupid sheer madness stuff doing a garage sale the very next morning, but heck I’m pretty accustomed to surviving on five hours broken sleep with three children and Fraser waking for feeds. It was just a bit harder to get going with a champagne haze at that time of the morning.