Are we all children at heart?

As my novel moves on from chapter to chapter my main protaganist and her brother are seen to be growing up and moving from childhood to adulthood. Shortly I will no longer need to write about them as children and instead write about them as adults. Unfortunately I have been unable to work on my novel. Todays excuse is that i have been busy doing chores and getting ready to go out tonight.

As i mentioned previously I am going to a cancer benefit evening being held in the form of a line dance which is being held in Bristol, which is forty five minutes away from where i currently live. This week i have talked about things I have bought such as the pair of earrings which were the topic of my blog post, "Are you an impulse buyer?" The theme for this evening is based around the colour pink and it is the same theme every year. What people wear varies mostly its jeans and a top or skirt and a top in usually pink or white (last year i wore a pink top and white trousers). This year i wanted to wear something different so i am wearing a pink prom dress i bought from the bhs sale in the summer.

Now i am ready to go out (we're leaving in an hour) I can see from my reflection that I look nice - or at least i think i do- although i know that i may look a bit overdressed, but i don't really care and part of me is overdressing for a particular reason. I want to be noticed, I want people to see me and look at me and I want the attention that it will inevitably result in. Why is this? Well I'm not pretty - and no this isn't a lack of confidence thing - and i make up for my lack of looks with my quirky and bubbly personality. I dressed up tonight so that i would shine, I am a very good dancer and i want people to watch and admire me (I'm not vain either).

To be honest though the main reason i dress up is because I like to dress up. I've enjoyed dressing up since a child when i used to dress up as a princess or a mermaid, and for me this is the next step to this and a further extension. Dressing up, doing my hair, putting on jewels (fake of course) and make up takes be back to when i was a child wrapping sheets around my waist and veils on my head pretending to be a princess. It's part of the reason I love history so much, even now i absolutely love costume history, particularly the eighteenth century such as the gown worn by the woman in my wallpaper behind this post (a painting by Gainsborough)and i can spend hours looking at the gowns in paintings - another favourite of mine is any picture of Madame Pompadour, check out images of her on the internet to see some examples.

To finish my blog post today I want to say that I think there is a child in all of us it can be seen when we play when we dress up when we laugh and it keeps us feeling young, at the end of the day a 'grownup is a child with layers on.' (Woody Harrelson).