{"id":2833,"date":"2011-09-18T20:59:35","date_gmt":"2011-09-18T20:59:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.mojitomother.com\/?p=2833"},"modified":"2013-08-27T09:33:43","modified_gmt":"2013-08-26T23:33:43","slug":"a-fuschia-pink-dress","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mojitomother.com\/2011\/09\/a-fuschia-pink-dress\/","title":{"rendered":"A Fuschia Pink Dress"},"content":{"rendered":"
I’ve never really been a girly girl<\/strong>.<\/p>\n Craig often says the reason he married me was because I could drink beer better than him.<\/strong><\/p>\n I was always too busy to being a blokey chick and running around the world to worry about frilly dresses, make up and fancy hair dos.<\/p>\n It always seemed like too much money and too much hassle to get myself all prettied up and to stay that way.<\/p>\n I often feel great trepidation<\/strong> when it comes to going out for a girly day or night out, because I never feel pretty enough. I never have the clothes to wear or the know how to make my hair and make up all beautiful and stylish.<\/p>\n My sister in law hen’s day was coming up and it was a day at the races<\/strong>. I had no idea how I was going to muster up the style that is required for Ladies Day<\/strong> at the races.<\/p>\n