Do You Get Dressed Up To Go Out?

Mr Bump loves dressing up.

I couldn’t bear to make him take that gorgeous ballgown off just because we had to pick up Wren from school.

Note the spaghetti sauce on the sleeve and hem.

Actually, it’s an old nightie that belonged to my mother.

Although by the time I was playing dressups, it was my gorgeous ballgown.

I felt like Cinderella in it, and can remember dancing on top of my parent’s dressing table (because of the mirror), singing into a hairbrush.

And that was only last year…