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Dancing, Devon, family, fashion, holiday, Le Pomme, wardrobe dilemma, weekend break
What should one wear to prance about a field? I’ve packed everything short of my waterwings. Wellies, Dublins, wax jacket and a raincoat. But then, what if it’s sunny? So I’ve also got sandals, a summer dress, and a pashmina.
However, if the heavens open, my boots don’t go with my dress, so I’ve packed a skirt and top and a pair of jeans, just in case it’s a fraction too cold for a frock.
There’s barely any room for Le Pomme, poor chap.
We’re off to a family bash on a farm in Devon for the weekend. There’ll be fabulous food and lashings of booze, old friends and new, things borrowed and a DJ too.
We’ll do some bad dancing and embarrass the kids, in between talking utter tosh with the neighbours, and huddling round a campfire drinking newly invented cocktails. There may well be a blow-dart competition and possibly some archery. If we’re lucky, there’ll be a speech or three, and possibly cake.
It’s a sartorial dilemma. Part of me wants to go ‘Ibiza Festival stylee’.
This could be me. Yah, like totally, yah?
But I’ve never been to Ibiza and I hate large crowds, so festivals are my equivalent of being put in the stocks and having rotten fruit and vegetables thrown at me, to the strains of the extra long version of Bat Out of Hell on repeat.
The other part of me is in the mood for Kate Middleton in the early years, love her – I’ve got the shirt and everything, and my hair is growing nicely. I’m missing the mansion and the Royal connections, but who’s to know?
Instead, looking at the contents of my rather large suitcase, I appear to be channeling some kind of middle aged, middle class country lady, aiming to be chic but actually failing. How I’ve achieved this without owning any Boden I know not.
I need to get in touch with my inner groover. Preferably in time to hit the dance floor. Otherwise, Le Pomme will be shaking his head with embarrassment in the corner of the marquee as I do the funky chicken.
Boogie on down, folks.
Apple Pie with Wensleydale 
I have the same boots as Kate, and will often put my whole outfit together to go with the boots (yes I know) but then I feel the part of chic country bumpkin, if such a thing exists ;D
I can offer you no help here, as “country attire” to me always meant jodhpurs or jeans, with layers above for easy cooling or warming, depending upon the vagaries of the weather. As for the footwear, it was either riding boots or Muckers (rubber/leather ankle boots). I haven’t a clue what one would wear for a blow-dart competition – apart from armour! So all I can do is wish you all the best for a fabulous weekend with what sound like marvellous people, in what sounds like a marvellous place and with what might be okay weather. 🙂
Blimey, Muckers – I’d forgotten about those! I ended up changing halfway through the party, like most others, from summer dress into rugged up winter wear. It was a marvellous weekend, thanks, hope you had a good one too