I can just about manage a wedge so long as my toes aren’t quite literally wedged. I’ve never been one of those girls that can suffer pain because something looks good.  If it hurts then it’s coming off no matter what. Many a time I have walked home bare footed.

Although in truth it doesn’t just have to hurt anything that slightly resembles uncomfortable it still comes off. In the summer I was always getting told of for walking around the yard bare foot. When your only option was a pair of rubber riding boots you’ll understand why. Oh and for those of you too young to remember this was back when summer’s where just that summer!

So a couple of weeks ago we got invited as a family to a christening, this sent a mild panic down my spine as I realised I had not been out anywhere worthy of dressing up for, since we had moved. I’m afraid I am no yummy mummy; I usually wear leggings or jodhpurs for the school run and school parties its jeans or whatever happens to fit at the time.

But seeing as it was a christening I felt we had to make a bit more of an effort. Ok it wasn’t that much of an effort I had some fly London shoes I had bought but never worn and luckily they hadn’t found their way onto eBay. I also had a spotted top I was hoping wouldn’t look to horrendous with some black 3/4quater lengths.

Ok so the outfit didn’t quite look how I had envisaged it too, but then it never does. Still considering how I look on a day to day basis it was definitely an improvement (you’ve seen the videos).  One of the many downsides to being fat, the days you really don’t need it are usually your fattest feeling days.

While at the church I took on pony duty, the hosts had decorated Teddy up for their little girl to ride him down to the church. But there was nowhere to tie him up. So I offered to hold him while they had the ceremony, it was then that he decided to do a dropping right in the entrance to the church.

So within the hour of me putting on proper shoes I was kicking droppings out of the way, I’d had a grey pony rubbing his head up against my black trousers. And I’m sure there was a bit of slobbering going on as well.

Surprisingly the shoes weren’t too bad I managed to keep them on for the walk down to the church and back. I then quickly snuck my flip flops back on, they didn’t go but luckily it was a relaxed affair. All in though it was a lovely day, I ate too much, Steve drank too much and the boy had a blast playing with his friends.