Oh my goodness. Beckie’s admission in the Supreme Court of Queensland last Wednesday, certainly was a day to remember.
Boy oh boy, it sends shivers down my spine just reliving the memory.
It was very official…barristers with wigs and gowns on – oh and judges, yes there were judges 😉
My girl walked in to court a ‘baby lawyer’ and walked out a fully fledged LAWYER.
The whole day was truly magical…except for my feet, but I’ll save my hilarious fashion malfunction (yes, it was a bloody nightmare) for a little later – just prepare yourself for a giggle girls.
Anyway, both Jonny and I grinned like idiots and gushed with pride from the moment we opened our eyes in that morning.
It truly was a day I will never forget.
Almost 12 months earlier to the day Beckie graduated from The University of Queensland with a hard-earned Law degree (there were times when I’m sure she would have loved to have thrown in the towel, but persevere she did).
Looking back, I’m not sure what I expected when she started her full-time law gig in March, but I can say for sure that I thought the proper ‘lawyer’ thing would take ages.
How wrong can a Mumma be?
In true Beckie style though, she was tight with the facts about the admission process.
When she is busy, or if there is a lot going on in her life, she only feeds me snippets of information when it crosses her mind. Me on the other hand, I’m the type of Mumma that needs to know the whole shebang. Once I’m armed with all the facts, I then plan everything down to the finest detail.
I remember asking her if there was a limit on how many people could go to the ceremony – her response was “just you and Jonny I think”. We found out on the morning of her admission that anyone could go – bit late by then Beckie – I couldn’t be upset with her, not on her special day!
Jonny and I were staying at our buddies house on the Tuesday evening…there may just have been a few heated words between us on the drive down.
Let me just add for the record – us bickering is extremely rare.
The reason: My bloody thick head of hair, plus me underestimating greatly the time it would take to make the grey’s disappear at the salon!
I went to get re-blonded at 2:15 on the Tuesday afternoon, I said to Jonny I should be back for about 5:30 (ish) I arrived home at 6:40 – Jonny was tired from a day at work, HUNGRY and itching to get on the road.
Our mates were waiting for us to eat dinner…but they live at least 2 hours away (on a good run) add to that the bloody night road works on the highway – let’s just confirm we were very LATE!
So on the rare occasion (so rare I cannot remember the last time) that Jonny and I bicker, it truly affects us both.
You could have cut the air with a knife in the car – nervous tension had set in!
And because I had to rush like a headless chook when I got back from the hairdressers, I ended up forgetting a few thing that make my happy – my Aquis hair towel (yep even though I had just had my hair done, I still washed my hair the next morning and this towel is the business when it comes to relieving my thick hair of excess water). I also forgot my favourite Kevin Murphy shampoo!
By the time we arrived at Andrea’s (my bestie) house and she put a glass of wine in my hand – all my troubles melted away…she also handed me a bottle of shampoo 😉
What did we wear?
When it came down to finding the perfect outfit I was torn. Beckie wanted me to look corporate (court appropriate) I wanted to be a little more relaxed.
In the end, I decided to wait until Beckie had found her perfect outfit, before I even looked for mine.
I wanted to compliment her, it was her big day and one of the most important moments in her career. My role was just the proud Mumma,
Beckie opted for a fabulous panelled Karen Millen dress in black and cream – she looked INCREDIBLE the dress was totally her and super comfortable too.
Monochrome Pencil Dress $425.00 Karen Millan (current online now)
In the end fulfilling the style brief Beckie had in her head was paramount for me, as I knew she was super nervous about the ceremony and didn’t need any extra stress at all.
So with less than a week before the big day, Jonny and I hit Brisbane (under immense pressure) to find outfits.
Would you believe, I ended up buying the first outfit I tried on? Of course you would.
A wonderful lady called Jan at David Jones Indooroopilly helped me find the perfect dress and jacket. It’s an outfit that I will wear heaps in the future and one that will always hold wonderful memories for me.
Both the dress and jacket were from Perri Cullen – simply and classic.
This whole outfit made me feel utterly fabulous. From the flattering v-neckline on the dress to the chanel-esque jacket.
Oh and the POCKETS!
This jacket will definitely be on high-rotation, it will work like a dream paired back with my favourite jeans over a long-line cami.
You all know that I love a bargain, my dress and jacket fall heavily into the luxury category but it’s not everyday that your daughter becomes a lawyer. is it?
So as we were going to be in court, I thought I would wear stockings. I had five new pairs with me – you know, just in case!
I tried on 4 pairs as I was getting ready – non were quite right…too shiney, too light, too dark.
The fifth pair was a pair of Spanx tights that I’ve had forever, the colour was perfect. The only issue with these tights was you don’t wear knickers with them as they have the bathroom situation covered by a secret opening – if you get my drift 😉
No big drama I hear you say…
The drama however was my darn shoes (never worn before, but felt fabulous when I tried them on) which decided to slop up and down when I walked – I could not hold hem on my feet (drama made especially worse by the stockings).
As we were leaving the court I could bear it no longer, I popped into the disabled loo and ripped off the stockings to get more grip on the shoes – it wasn’t until they were half way off that I realised I wasn’t wearing knickers – BUGGER and everyone was waiting right outside the toilet door urging me to hurry-up!
I rammed said tights into my tiny handbag and walked out of the loo shoulders back to grab a cab…by this time Beckie had decided to get a maxi-taxi with one of her work colleagues and her family. Which of course meant bending and climbing,
Let’s just take a moment to appreciate my situation here…
It was boiling hot and blowing a gale outside the court at the same time.
I had no knickers on.
I couldn’t walk fast as said shoes were still slopping up and down even with out the stockings (and killing me I might add) but now I had no bloody knickers on, so I had to hold the hem of my skirt to stop a very embarrassing moment occurring.
Why oh why I didn’t bring the spare pair of shoes that were sitting in Beckie’s apartment with me I will never know.
Huge lesson learnt.
So as I’m sure you can imagine the last few weeks has been very reflective for me.
My little premature baby is now a lawyer.
Beckie was still a little shy when she left her old life in the UK to move to Australia at 18. Her small group of friends in Staffordshire were her life.
Since arriving in Australia nearly six years ago, Beckie’s life has changed beyond recognition.
She came here not really knowing anyone and has made a beautiful life for herself.
This fact alone makes me so proud.
Who knows what the future holds for her. I know she is quietly ambitious, but as I sat back and watched her interactions with her colleagues last Wednesday. I could see the happiness all over her face. She was surrounded by people who she loves and values. As a Mumma, I simply could not ask for more.