After having a great christmas, doing lots of dressing up with my SO, I suppose I thought it's now or never been New Year's Eve, when I could get away with being dressed up. My SO did the whole makeover, from clothes to make up and hair, she dressed me up as an absolute ****, as the more over the top the clothes, the more I thought I could pull it off. It has to be the most scariest moment of my life actually walking out the front door and getting into the car. Anyone could have gone past or come out their door! After making it to the car (with 4" heels I might add), I drove off in search of a deserted corner shop to buy some cigarettes, this being proof when I got back that I had gone into a shop. I found the perfect place and plucked up the courage to get out and walk into the shop, not knowing what I would face. Once inside I immediately told the lady shop assistant that she must excuse the dress, made up for a party etc. etc. I told her this was a test to see if I could go to a party dressed up. She told me I looked good as she looked me up and down and told me to go and have a good time. A man in the shop gave me the once over and smiled!!
I left the shop, cigarettes as proof, and drove home. Pheeeew!! I couldn't believe I'd done it. My SO was amazed and told me she was proud of me. It was the bravest this she had known me to do. I felt completely different, as if I'd crossed a line. I felt 10 times more confident to dress up, whereas normally I'm a wreck, thinking someone is going to turn up at the house.
I won't be doing it again. I've done it now and don't feel the need to do it again. Plus, I don't think my SO could take any more!!
Have enclosed a pic of my going out gear.