Day 1: deep breath and I'm off

It's the end of Day 1 and so far so good. I have had a mere four shopping related thoughts and as of yet no panic attacks.

I admit that buying Look magazine on the way home from work was probably not the most sensible idea, but once I remembered that there was little point in looking for where Chezza procured her gorgeous anchor jumper from, I relaxed into the celeb gossip with little thought.

Overly ambitious as per usual, I had hoped to put together a marvellously thought through outfit for my first foray into the 'no-shop zone'. Sadly my hideous lack of forward thinking struck again and I found myself sitting bolt upright on the eve of the 29th June, in bed, two days out, remembering not only that I was leaving for two days in London in the morning but that I had not actually considered that I have no tights.

Thus it was that tights, rather than my first outfit consumed my thoughts as I packed my bag the next morning. I mean for heavens sakes, how could I have forgotten to purchase such a basic item as part of the preparation period? The journey to London passed by in a haze of complex maths, how often do I wear tights? How many wears per pair? How many pairs did I therefore need and where on God's Earth could I get tights between yesterday and today with not a shop in sight? And now my friends, we must all hail the wonder that is the mobile world wide web, or really Steve Jobs and his revolutionary i-phone. He may have the worst temper in Silicone Valley, but yesterday he saved my life.

Sat on the bank of Dorney Lake, watching Adam and Chris locked in an excessively athletic, triathlon based battle, I shopped at M&S online for a multitude of tights,  pairs of stockings and (on impulse) a pair of legwarmers. Oh the wonders of life in 2010. Granted I failed to fulfil my duties as chief cheerleader but this role rather paled into insignificance when I considered the very real prospect of a winter in the North of England with only 3 pairs of black opaques. A thought so heinous I would not wish it upon anyone.

Crisis averted, I turned my attention this morning to The Outfit. Due to aforementioned crisis it wasn't very exciting but I went for simple, grey jersey dress, little black cropped tux jacket, and my most favourite shoes EVER.

Tomorrow I will endeavour to do better on the outfit front. Aside from that tonight I will mostly be wondering how on earth a potential lack of tights could possibly have had such a profound effect on my inner calm.