If you follow me on Instagram or Twitter, you’ll have seen all the coverage of this year’s Download Festival. I mean, I was hardly quiet about it. And, if you saw all that, chances are you heard the story of my ridiculous fashion faux pas.
If you didn’t hear, then let me break it down for you: I’m a total knob.
We were about 0.2 seconds away from getting on our train when Joe suddenly looked at me and said “did you remember to pack your shorts?”
When we were clearing out our wardrobes a few weeks prior, I’d put my 2 (and only) pairs of shorts in one of Joe’s drawers because 1. my drawers were too full of crap and 2. we didn’t have enough pants hangers in the wardrobe. This was an astonishingly bad idea because as soon as they went in that drawer I completely forgot they existed and also completely forgot to pack them for Download.
So, I was stuck with 2 outfits. One being a dress, which I was planning on wearing that day when we got there, the second being the outfit I was travelling in: jeans and a t-shirt. I was then stuck with 2 problems. One being the weather, which was absolutely roasting hot and I would not have coped in jeans, the second being the jeans themselves and how (combined with my l’il chunky calves) I wasn’t sure my wellies would actually fit over them.
D’oh a third time.
Luckily, Joe had the fantastic idea of making a cheeky ASOS order. We stay in a hotel for Download Festival, partly because I’m not allowed to camp (bad back) but mostly because I absolutely cannot stand camping. Don’t @ me. So, when we’d made it to the hotel after THE most horrendous journey (that’s another story for another day), I bought 2 pairs of shorts on ASOS to be shipped to the hotel the next day, stuck on the dress I’d actually remembered and made our way to the festival.
It dawned on me that, even though it was next day delivery on the shorts, we’d probably already be at the festival on the Saturday by the time they arrived. Leaving me in the same predicament as not having them at all. (Except, at least I’d have something to wear on Sunday). This is when I remembered that, because of us staying in a hotel as part of a Download package deal, we got a goody bag. Inside that goody bag was a Download t-shirt that I’d asked for in a XXL so I could wear it like a nightie.
I ended up wearing said massively oversized tee as a dress on the Saturday and I looked INCRED. (If I do say so myself). Combined with the wellies, a denim jacket and my newly pink hair, I felt so damn cool. And, if I’m honest, a little proud of myself. I’ve always been a little conscious of my figure meaning I look a bit like a tent if I wear anything that doesn’t have a waist. But I rocked this outfit with the confidence of a god damn model and I absolutely slayed.
Not sure I've EVER taken a successful mirror selfie? Feeling it, tbh. 😏 Almost as much as I'm feeling this last-minute, improvised outfit. Which is good, seeing as I've had to wear it two days in a row because I'm a disorganised knob 😂✌🏻 It's the last day of @downloadfest today and I'm not sure I'm ready to say goodbye to Aerosmith… 😢
This is not the end of the story.
We got back to the hotel on the Saturday night, went up to bed and I picked up my parcel on Sunday morning after breakfast. I did my makeup and hair, got ready to stick the shorts on and be on our way, and they didn’t fit.
They wouldn’t even button up.
The ASOS shorts I’d bought a size or two bigger than my ASOS jeans wouldn’t even button up because SIZING IS SUCH A DAMN NIGHTMARE.
After having a little meltdown because I literally didn’t have any other clothes to wear, I decided to iron the (probably v sweaty) tee I wore the day before, spray deodorant all over it and wear it for a second day in a row. And you know what? I rocked it a second time round.
At the end of the day, it was a festival. I can guarantee I was not the only person there in less-than-fresh clothing and I looked amazing whilst doing it.
That weekend I learned a very valuable lesson in going with the flow. I learned not to care, I learned to improvise when it was needed, I learned to just roll with life and take it one step at a time. And I think they’re very important lessons to learn. Especially as someone who is a serial planner, a severe stress-head and someone who very much does not enjoy things straying from the path I’d planned.
I hate to say it, but you only live once. (Oh god, I just threw up in my mouth a little.) If something as simple as a few planned outfits don’t go to plan, it’s not the end of the world. Improvise, roll with it and laugh about it later. Because I can guarantee nobody else will give a shit if you wear the same clothes at a festival two days in a row.
(Also, trust your gut. Because I was going to get that t-shirt in a M instead of an XXL and then I would have been royally screwed…)