we interrupt regular scheduling....

to bring you this sneak peek at the fashions that might appear on this family tomorrow on the annual race day...

About the fourth delve into What Will I Wear, and this one getting the top score from the in house fashion critics (ie the kids), it is hanging ready to be ironed. The bag has touches of grey in amongst its mess of colour, and I think (or hope) it adds a pop of colour. The plunging neckline is causing some concern, and I have to find that black cami  I washed the other day to wear underneath, from one of the mountains of washing to be folded.

The dress has this little flap frill thing which is surprisingly flattering and hiding of any extra baggage that might be around that part of the body!

Am still not convinced that this choice of outfit is ideal for being in hot tin food shed selling sandwiches' and soft drinks.

Seeing as I cannot find the other half of my pair of black wedges (how does a shoe go missing from one's bedroom?!) I remembered these little flatties tucked away in their box. Not sure how they will go in the comfort and durability stakes just quietly.

Of course, should I get hot and bothered and rushed out the door after a morning making sandwiches' and setting up eskies, I will most likely be wearing this instead:

which is exactly what it appears to be in this pile waiting for the iron - a checked blouse and black capri pants. And a little glimpse of the husbands shirt, which apparently he Does Not Like. Too Bad. I do like. Although am not sure about the tie, I did put it out in a little stirring-the-pot sort of action, just cause I can ;-) Husband Does Not Like ties either. (I really need to find a nice, subdued navy tie and then we would all be happy)

And some more, the girls have been excitedly deciding on what accessories and outfits they will be wearing.

A little tiny taste of two dresses....

and two bits of headwear...    

and as for the boy, well I will keep something a surprise! All this for just a couple of hours at the local dusty race track. Oh yes, there might a horse or two running by as well.

Anyhow enough idle chit chat about fashion or lack thereof, I must haste away and boil three dozen eggs, ice twelve chocolate patty cakes and one four-x carton sized slab of sponge cake. This sponge cake icing is one of great responsibility, and I have spoken to a long time sponge cake icer of yore, to ascertain the full details of just what sort of icing is the best.

Wish me luck!