Let's talk about Royal Ascot shall we? If you're a blogger - or you follow a lot of bloggers on social media - then you will no doubt have been inundated with tweets/photo's of Royal Ascot. I would've been one of them, in fact I should have been one of them... had I not got totally dressed up, outfit photo's taken and ready to go, only to pass out at the station.
(Blogger brownie points for me for managing outfit photo's before dropping to the floor like a sack of potatoes though, right?)
But before I wack the violins out and drown myself in a pity party for one, despite not actually being well enough to attend Royal Ascot, I thought as I had these - albeit, totally terrifying/corpse-like - photo's of what I was going to wear, that I'd do a post anyway. And as I don't have any pinterest-worthy champagne/cocktail/[insert your own choice of alcoholic beverage here] pictures from the day itself, I thought this could be a "Royal Ascot"/'Wedding guest" style post. Sound like a plan? Plan...
Floral dress which I'm in love with: River Island
Shoes: Primark (as seen in my Primark haul here)
Watch: Daniel Wellington
Totally vacant/"I'm smiling but I feel so sick I have no idea where I actually am" expression: Model's own.
I was very kindly invited along to Royal Ascot by Search Laboratory and Sky Bet on behalf of Sky Bet's Lucky colour generator campaign so thank you so much for inviting me guys, and apologies for ending up a flakey mess. I mean, literally a flake. A fallen apart flake on the floor.
*Cue violins for the 50th time*
Whilst we're on the theme of illness and feeling like death, if you follow me on Twitter or Instagram, you would probably have seen that not only have I been MIA - minus scheduled tweets which are the biggest life saver - but I also recently had an operation. I never, ever tweet anything personal but so many lovely people had been asking how I was, that it seemed the easiest way to keep everyone updated. I don't want to dwell on this or indulge my pity party further, but the operation didn't work. In fact, it kinda' went totally tits up. An allergic reaction to Anaesthesia and IV pain killers, alongside the inability to wee by myself - TMI, but we're all friends here, right? Oh, we're not and now I've made you sick in your coco pops, soz... ;) - resulted in catheterisation and possibly the worst 48 hours of my life. But that's not the point of why I'm writing this, the only reason I brought this up is to say that I am truly, truly overwhelmed/stunned/choked/[insert your own choice of overwhelmed] by all of the lovely get well soon/well wishes from you lovely people. I can't even tell you what it meant to me to receive such kind messages at a time when all I wanted to do was give up. You made a very sick girl feel
very happy so much happier. I mean, as happy as one can be with a pole hanging out of their vagina private parts.
On that note, I'm trying my best to keep up with posts/video's etc. but if you can bear with me for the next couple of weeks whilst everything settles down, I promise I'll be back with my regular/"Look at me prat around in front of the camera" content soon. But for now, I'm of to carry on eating all the chocolate and watching all the
Nate Archibald Gossip Girl. (xoxo)
I would love to know what you thought of this Ascot/Wedding guest style post. What is your go-to outfit for a wedding? Which high street shops have been amazing for wedding guest outfits recently? I would love to hear your thoughts :)
As always, thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed this post!