Cripes! I've won an award.
And I haven't had a chance to agonise over Valentino/Vera Wang, an up-do or a spill of golden curls over my tanned shoulders (erm, it's possible in this dimension that I have a short, dark, frizzy mop straining to make contact with my pasty bingo wings....but as this is my blog I've decided that I look like Gwynnth Paltrow...live with it, people).
OK...reality check. I'm sitting (some unkind people might say "slouching") at the dining room table wearing an eclectic ensemble of Principles (bankrupt), Jane Norman (nice) and Pennys (nasty).
My look is Vintage Bag-Lady meets Hairspray Explosion at the Salon.
It's next season, so you may not be familiar with it. You gotta keep your finger on the pulse, folks.
I'm thinking Viviennne Westwood meets Mick Jagger.
I got a very welcome message from my favourite girl-crush Jen who awarded me the coveted Sunshine Award for being fabulous and shiny, and other nice things.
But with the award came a challenge to choose my favourite blog to pass the love onto.
There is the insightful Blue Sky, who will not give up on any problem until the solution shows itself.
There is, of course, Jen herself, whose blogs I look forward to like no other. I like to have an emergency pack of Tena Lady handy when I read her blog, as deep belly laughs are a hazardous adventure for a lady of a certain age (especially when my bladder has been kicked into touch by three fully loaded pregnancies).
The tenacious Taz writes about her experience of adopting a critically ill baby (who kicked TB in the ass, but was also born an autie). She writes from the heart about her A-Ha moment (not to be confused with the dreadful 80's Swedish band) which resonates with me to this day.
The feisty JazzyGirl reminds me (shock! horror!) that there is Life Outside Autism. Who knew??
The proud Daddy who is brave enough to share his feelings (gasp! guys have 'em!) about his gorgeous son's diagnosis.
The courage of Lora who manages not only her son's autism, but also her own mental health issues, is a constant inspiration to me.
But there can only be one winner of the coveted Jean Carroll Sunshine Award (grab your Tena's ladies)....my head-melt was thankfully short-lived, as it was abundantly clear that the First Lady of Autism, Lisa, is most deserving of a place so deep in my heart that it would take a crack team of cardio-thoracic specialists to find her.
FYI they'd need hard hats and a canary.
She only writes three blogs (lazy article), and has been the hand on my shoulder since alarm bells started to ring over Bob, all of three years ago.
One diagnosis, one grieving process and a wealth of pragmatic, loving advice later, I am the proud mother of one fabulously barmy son.
I would not be here without Lisa.
Oops...I feel a Gwynnth moment coming on....hope my make-up artist applied waterproof mascara.