KATE Moss, Gisele Bundchen, Heidi Klum - my name was never going to feature among these lot as a supermodel mum.
But just because I've had a couple of sprogs doesn't mean I wish to consign myself to wearing PJs in the street, elasticated jeans or comfy knits.
Not having the budget or access to free designer gear like the trio mentioned above I make do with Primark, New Look and the like for my day-to-day wear.
But recently I had the chance to wear something glamorous for a glitzy night out - how exciting.
This was a chance to splash the cash, find something beautiful to wear which would transform me from school run mum to glammy mummy.
Except I hit an age old problem, having somewhere to go but not being able to find something to wear.
I scoured the shops but I was not prepared to flash the flesh in the current trend for cut out dresses - think sausage meat escaping from its casing.
Other than midriff-exposing dresses the only other options were the new season Autumn/Winter knitwear lining the rails - corduroy trousers and roll necks would not have been appropriate sadly.
Where are the mid-ground shops between toned teenager/Kardashian-esque young woman and mother-of-the-bride?
I couldn't find them so a desperate plea on Facebook bagged me a friend's dress and a hairdresser to give me a stylish up do which made me feel a bit of a plonker while picking the kids up from school but suited my gown.
The hair - teamed fetchingly for the school run with a flannel shirt and jeans - caused a stir with lot of compliments and questions about what I was up to.
Dress on, I finally felt more glamorous than I had in a long time.
Did my new found sophistication last long? Did it heck, a bottle of wine later and hair was everywhere, chocolate pudding was down the front of the dress and I was having to search my clutch handbag for my door key.
"You looked lovely - how did it go?" asked one of the mums at a children's party a couple of days later.
Before I could answer my son cut in: "Well, she couldn't drive the next day because she had drunk too much wine so we had to walk to school."
Then the final blow: "And we were late."
So Moss et al, I don't think you will have me biting at your ankles in the glamour stakes just yet.
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