Handbags and The Glad Rags

I had a lovely Friday lunch break, when once again I managed my work schedule so that between my work visits I could pop in and see Mrs J for a cuppa and a chin wag. She is always pleased to see me and find out what I've been up to, as she doesn't get out at all but likes to hear all my news. This week she was almost as excited as I was to hear about my recent trip to the Royal festival Hall for a film premier, and when I showed her the photos she commented on how well I brushed up. She laughed as she told me how she'd expected me to turn up on the red carpet in my GoodGym shirt and leggings, and said that at least my outfit had some GoodGym red in it. My photos were a good prompt for her, as the conversation then seguewayed seemlessly into her happy memories of the dances she used to go to when she was young and the outfits she had warn back in the day.