Conference dilemmas

So BritMumsLive! Conference tickets booked, train tickets booked, hotel  room reserved. Why, oh why, then, if I am that organised - and believe you me that is organised for me - can I not get my head round packing for this shindig?

The big problem is: What to Wear! Technically as long as I have suit, clean undies and a toothbrush I should be just fine but it’s not that kind of conference.

It’s one where there will be lots of other women. If it had been a normal workaday conference I wouldn’t give two hoots but because it is a conference where most, if not all, the delegates are female I am in a flat spin.

I want to be seen as smart and savvy but not off puttee and grand. I want to be approachable and affable and non-threatening but I want to swagger and show off too. I want to be noticed but not too much. I don’t want to be considered dowdy nor do I want to be mutton dressed up as lamb.

Heels or flats?

Shoes or boots?

Jeans or suits?

Mummy or business woman?

Do I need stuff for going out? Will I get that lucky and hook up with people who want to hang out with me and therefore give me a chance to go out in the first place or will I be Milly No Mates and land up eating a packed supper alone in my hotel room?

Will I be brave or scared rigid?

Will I do a runner when faced with a vast throng?

Will I plunge in regardless and fall flat on my face with a case of foot in mouth – I am so good at that game!

Or will I just wing it, along with my wardrobe …

Wave I’m the one getting it disastrously wrong!