This post is going to sound like an underhanded grab for compliments ..... but bear with me, it does relate to being widowed and it does ask a genuine question....
I took this selfie this morning on the way to work. We had a special breakfast in celebration of the Melbourne Cup - the race that stops the nation. (Trust me - it's a BIG DEAL here and the dress code is frocked-up with fascinator).
For those that know me well, I don't frock up too often so I donned the required garb (it was a toss-up between the flowers or kitty-ears headband) and decided that I looked atrocious but that kids are forgiving in what they think I look like and it was a bit of harmless fun, not to be missed.
So I tottered off to work feeling Quite Ridiculous but feeling in a fun mood. ..... much the same feeling as if I had donned a unicorn onesie for pj day or something.
But the thing is, I got So Many compliments today that I started to wonder if I actually didn't look quite as stupid as I thought I did.