Thursday, 21 June 2012
Tomorrow morning I will be heading down to London for my first blogging conference and despite the fact that I'm a big girl now, I am rather nervous. I'm not really sure why. It's not because I'll be meeting people or being involved in the discussions. I can't put my finger on why my stomach is churning. Maybe it's because it's a change in my routine; I've got to think ahead a little. And I'm doing it without my little family. I've realised it's a long time since I've done something on my own.
I really should be sorting out my packing but I'm now looking at the rain lashing down and re-considering my choice of shoes and whether to wear a raincoat or carry a brolly. Deciding what to wear has been a challenge: what will see me through two train journeys, an afternoon of conference plus a ceremony for the Brilliance in Blogging Awards where I'm a finalist in the Go! category. I had a gorgeous white shirt I'd bought from the Mint Velvet concession at John Lewis. It's been sitting in my wardrobe for weeks now. Tried it on again yesterday and it has a small rip in the back. No idea whether it's always been there, whether it was a small fault that has enlarged or whether I caught it on something in my numerous trying-on sessions. Either way it's too late to take it back. So I've had to think again.
I looked at my blog objectively yesterday, seeing it through the eyes of the judge for the travel category. Seems I've not really been travelling lately: what with Rory doing GCSEs we put all Easter and half-term jaunts on hold. Not sure Dougie and I gallivanting at a ball is quite what they've got in mind with regards travel blogging. I may have to shout "But we did go to the Cotswolds last October!" in a loud beseeching voice.
I'm looking forward to catching up with some great online friends including my cousin Toni, Expat Mum: I'm sure she'll look after her little cuz who hasn't done this kind of thing before. I'm also very excited about seeing Very Bored in Catalunya after all these years of internet friendship. Probably find out she's a big, hairy bloke from Barcelona called Miguel.
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