Prep

So, according to my uber-super-duper psychic abilities, there’s some sort of massive blogging conference next weekend, mais non? I’m hearing the voices in the ether… they’re saying… Bit Bums… no, it’s more like, Brit Cums… no wait… it’s BritMums! *spooky music* Go towards the light, Carol Anne! GO TOWARDS THE LIGHT!*

Mahahaha. I’m not ACTUALLY psychic. Not totally, anyway. I know there’s a conference cos a) I’m going to it, wahoo hoopla-a-go-go etc, and b) EVERYONE I follow on Twitter is going to it, and won’t shut up talking about it and stuff. People. Y’all are too organised. Planning outfits? Really? Outfits, plural? Like, other than jeans and a top which doesn’t have crusted food on it? I am not proud to admit, I had a bit of a mare this morning as I saw some folks YET AGAIN twittering about what farking shoes they were going to wear. It made me feel inadequate and disorganised, as I have not really given much thought to such matters, not in any depth anyway, or without a residual sense of impending doom.

I don’t KNOW what I’m going to wear. I barely know what I am wearing RIGHT NOW. I gather the awards ceremony thing on the Friday evening might be a swish do, so I have selected from my eclectic and mouldering wardrobe, in my infinite sartorial wisdom, either a dress that looks like something Barbara from The Good Life might have made some curtains from, or a dress that I’m pretty sure the 1960s threw up on. These are my swishest frocks – that’s right, I don’t do swish, how could you tell? – and more importantly, they fit. And don’t have crusted food on them.

But that’s as far as I’ve got. My prep so far has consisted of:

  • making a note to shave my legs on Thursday night, and
  • stealing money from Moo’s piggy bank so’s I can afford a drink or two
I know what will happen. I’ll spend the wee hours of Friday morning frantically shoving things in a bag, then remembering that I need to pack for Moo as well (she is going to stay with her daddy for the weekend) and panicking about that, and then realising later – probably when I’m on the train to London – that it’s not likely I’ll need forty jumbo tampons, colouring crayons and seventeen scarves for the conference, whereas a notepad and pens, say, would be entirely useful. And not in my bag.
Seriously. Y’all. I’m getting myself in a nervy tizz. Just gimme a list of things I’ll need. How many outfits? What shoes? Laptop? Knickers? Sweets for bribery purposes? Rope? Power tools? Sandwiches? And, actually, how many jumbo tampons is realistic, please?

*random Poltergeist film reference, there. You’re welcome.

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17 comments

  1. Alison Riches

    Yo MoVo

    i’m not going, and can fed-ex some of my wardrobe to you to pick through, then arrange to have it picked up when your back/done?

    i’m like tesco me…..

    xxx

  2. trickycustomer

    I’m not even going to this damn thing but youve now got me all anxious about what to wear. I’d like to think of myself as there in kind of spirit type way so would you be able to have a cardboard cut out of me made & take it with you? Thanks in advance. X

  3. anna tims (@ageingmatron)

    I’ve got an unwanted pair of leopard print leggings you can have. And I’m not planning on shaving my legs, an operation that should never be performed before August. Those leggings will spare you the trouble.

  4. HPMcQ

    I had the same shit fit a couple of days back with @notsoslummy. Everyone discussing outfits totally freaked me out. I sent @notsoslummy a photo of my wardrobe and told her to pick something!
    If you forget anything tweet me as I’m local and can bring you things. Like minstrels and gin. Oh and cake.

  5. Melksham Mum

    Right. Calm down woman! You need one outfit for Friday. Jeans and a top for Sat. Ditto for Sunday. And some shoes. Toiletries, hair stuff, make up, pyjamas PLEASE. Leave the rope. I’m not into lesbian bondage.
    I will bring diffuser hair dryer and straighteners should you need to borrow them. Okay roomie??!!

    • motherventing

      You are a LIFESAVER. I was wondering whether to bring diffuser. That would be ace (no need for straighteners for me). Thanks roomie :D

      (no rope? really? And my see-through crotchless pyjamas, yeah?)

  6. from_fun_to_mum (@from_fun_to_mum)

    I just came back from holiday with tons, I say tons of laundry, a jet lagged baby and a stinky need to sleep during the day myself. If by Friday I’m in the right time zone with anything clean, then it would be a result! I didn’t know Friday was meant to be swish. I wasn’t even planning on changing since I’m not staying in a hotel. Is there a break between the pm and the evening stuff? Whatever I wear, I hope to celebrate your victory MoVo, scruffy, jet lagged and all!

    • motherventing

      Don’t know about a break between the pm/evening, I assumed there’d be an opp to change/do make up if we needed to? Thought I might look nice in case I win loads of awards and get my photo taken with Katy Hill :D

  7. Older Mum (@Older_Mum)

    Got the reference! Yes, I’m that aged. I will be wearing jeans and a t-shirt and pumps. That’s it. I havent bought anything. So you’ll be able to recognise me as i’ll be the scruffiest there!

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