7. Wear my white dress.
Before you go getting any crazy ideas, no, I did not get married.
My white dress was a purchase encouraged by none other than Clare during a shopping trip for my stay in Spain around four years ago, where I basically tried on anything she said I should and spent an inordinate amount of money.
This dress was never worn for several reasons:
1. I haven’t been on a beach holiday for eight years. (The perfect occasion to wear it.)
2. I live in Scotland. (Rarely an occasion to wear it.)
3. I normally wear black tights with dresses, and obviously they wouldn’t go with it.
4. I chickened out. It was bought for Salamanca, I was there until the end of May and it was getting really warm, so there were plenty of opportunities to wear it. I just worried about the fact that I hadn’t left the house with bare legs since I was sixteen!
Following the nice spell of sunny weather over the past couple of weeks, I decided I would wear the dress to my birthday barbecue if the sunshine continued. It did. After four years of being hidden in a wardrobe, the dress finally got its first outing. Here is a super contrived photo as evidence:
One goal complete!