My children hate how I dress for church and tell me that I’m showing o. They think it’s fine to turn up in some tat. “Think of it as a christening, darlings. We are celebrating the birth of a baby. If you were going to a real christening you’d wear a dress or jacket. So go and change... NOW.”
Luckily, I’ve got Christmas dressing down to a precise art. Always a dress and a pair of heels, and sparkly earrings are a must.
Everything is considered. Stung the turkey at 6am will be actioned in a clean, ironed pair of pyjamas. I wear a bra underneath in case one of our guests decides to come and ‘help’.