When I was asked if I’d be interested in reviewing a tutu from the brand new Mrs W Tutus I knew there was only one answer. With an almost-three year old nurturing an obsession with dressing up, I knew she’d be keen.

Turns out, I couldn’t have been more right.

(Note the bright yellow wellies and pink sunglasses as accessories.)

My wannabe ballerina twirled and whirled and fell over – then twirled and whirled some more, before cracking on with the important job of gardening.

Handmade in Kate’s home, the tutu is finished to a really high quality – complete with detachable top for days when only the full tutu skirt is needed.

I was really impressed with the attention to detail – cute little buttons and hand sewn ribbons – something you don’t always find in the mass produced tutus around.

It’s a definite hit in our house. So much so, that it’s caused daily arguments conversations over when is and when isn’t an acceptable time to wear a tutu (the daily, “I wear tutu to bed Mummy” has yet to end).

If you’re interested in bagging one of these beauties for yourself, you can find Mrs W Tutus (a.k.a. Kate) on Twitter and Facebook. That’s also where you can also check out some of her other amazing creations – including bridesmaid dresses and disco tutus.

Now, any advice as to how I persuade my child that she can’t replace every single pair of pyjamas she owns with a tutu?!

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Disclosure: The tutu featured in this post was provided for the purpose of this review. All opinions remain my own. It really is the best dress ever. Fact.

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It’s been one of those weekends where you look around at all your friends and family and realise how lucky you are. It’s also been one of those weekends when you realise you may be a mum now, but you’re really still just a big kid.

It was my hen do, you see.

And at this hen do, I realised I haven’t really changed from the little girl who liked putting on dance shows and sauntering around in tap shoes. I know I said recently that I’ve grown up and all that, but it turns out I lied.

Here’s why:

I still like dressing up…

I still find rude stuff funny…

I still like balloons…

I still have eyes bigger than my belly when it comes to food and drink…

 And I still harbour a not-so-secret desire to be the princess in a fancy chariot…

 Best. Night. Ever.

Love you friends.

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