So BritMumsLive! Conference tickets booked, train tickets booked, hotel room reserved. Why, oh why, then, if I am that organised - and believe you me that is organised for me - can I not get my head round packing for this shindig?
The big problem is: What to Wear! Technically as long as I have suit, clean undies and a toothbrush I should be just fine but it’s not that kind of conference.
It’s one where there will be lots of other women. If it had been a normal workaday conference I wouldn’t give two hoots but because it is a conference where most, if not all, the delegates are female I am in a flat spin.
I want to be seen as smart and savvy but not off puttee and grand. I want to be approachable and affable and non-threatening but I want to swagger and show off too. I want to be noticed but not too much. I don’t want to be considered dowdy nor do I want to be mutton dressed up as lamb.
Heels or flats?
Shoes or boots?
Jeans or suits?
Mummy or business woman?
Do I need stuff for going out? Will I get that lucky and hook up with people who want to hang out with me and therefore give me a chance to go out in the first place or will I be Milly No Mates and land up eating a packed supper alone in my hotel room?
Will I be brave or scared rigid?
Will I do a runner when faced with a vast throng?
Will I plunge in regardless and fall flat on my face with a case of foot in mouth – I am so good at that game!
Or will I just wing it, along with my wardrobe …
Wave I’m the one getting it disastrously wrong!