|Necklace from TopShop|
Dahlings, how are you? Here I am modelling my new lionhead medallion, so very 1980s Versace. Grandma Whacker, who is a Leo, is after it. But I really think you have to be a deranged marsupial to carry off this look.
This post has been brought to you through considerable adversity. In the middle of a vital step in the artistic process (eating crisps while prodding at the computer keys), the phone rang;
"Hello" says I.
"Hello" says a male voice.
"Hello" says I again (I am good at this kind of sparkling repartee).
"I'm phoning about your steam rally" says the voice.
"Er, I think you must have the wrong number, I don't think I am having a steam rally...in fact I'm not."
(At this point I have the almost overwhelming urge to go "WooWoo" and make puffing noises but manage not to).
The caller seemed very unconvinced, as though he thought I was holding out on him and really did have some sidings and a nice steam engine hidden away in the garden, but reluctantly he agreed to go away..
During this telephonic interlude Boy 1 has been poking at the computer and has lost all the uploaded photos.
Boy 1 is now in a Witness Protection Programme ....
|MD Formulations - when I used to go for facials at Harrods during an ealier, pre-children skincare phase, they were very keen on this brand..it's got some sort of alpha-hydroxy whatnots in it that resurface and fill potholes|
In other news I am having a Skincare Moment. They happen occasionally. So I have purchased this attractively named Adult Anti-Blemish Kit. It could be worse, they could have called it "Spots and Wrinkles Aren't You The Lucky One?" What a loss I am to the marketing profession!
There are a lot of lotions and potions to apply and lots of steps and instructions. And numbering and cross-referencing. I am starting to wonder if I clicked on the wrong item and popped the Build Your Own Large Hadron Collider into my internet shopping basket by mistake.
Oh well. At least I can tell Mr B hand on heart that there is no way I can rejoin the world of work as I am busy full-time with my skincare regime...
Now, just look at this Leopardy Goodness! Yum! When I took my decluttering into the local charity shop these winked at me - they are from TopShop and for only £8 it would be a crime not to.
I do seem to be getting more and more leopardy; if I buy a leopardy sofa and rig myself up in all my leopardy items, I would be completely camouflaged...and could read novels undetected by others at Blighty HQ..
|I always take great comfort in Faux Fuchsia's maxim: leopard print is a neutral|
This last photo is Shocking. Faux Fuchsia and her followers may wish to prepare themselves emotionally (copyright FF 2010/11). My Parlux has just spluttered into non-existence. It is an ex- Parlux etc etc. Here it lies in the garage, waiting to go to the Big Hair Salon in the Sky. I have a bad track record with hairdryers. Perhaps using them to blowtorch the creme brulees was a mistake.
Must go now dahlings. I have some shunting to do.