September 21, 2010 § 1 Comment
Okay, so it’s been a few days since the wedding actually occurred, but I’ve had so much to think about (and, quite frankly, so much to watch on TV – need to clear out the planner) so didn’t actually get round to it until now.
So, I decided to go with the blue dress (the one I loved). I still like the black and white one, so that is hung up in my wardrobe and shall be used soon (if, that is, I get invited to any parties/night outs soon). The blue one, however, is being kissed constantly by myself.
I was feeling quite self-conscious on the way, as Couch Potato had said it looked “too old for me” (yet Daughter said the complete opposite. Who shall I believe?!). By the time we were getting out of the car my legs were practically wobbling and my nails were getting bitten more and more as the seconds progressed.
We got in the church and the wedding was brilliant – so lovely and romantic.
It was the reception that people actually started to notice me, though. I was wearing oiled tights to boost my confidence slightly, and people complimented me on my ‘lovely legs’ as they passed me on the stairs. If only they knew, I thought.
But I was most fond of the compliments I received on the dress. A few youngsters told me it suited me well (I’d paired it with black shoes and a black cardigan, despite thinking it was a bad idea beforehand), thankfully, so I told them how my darling partner had told me it looked too old for me. They immediately disagreed, so I vowed then to never trust his opinions again (yes, even if he tells me a sheepskin sack outfit would look quite bad to a trip out to a water park. Even then).
I love you, dress. You are my new husband.
September 9, 2010 § 6 Comments
My friend’s wedding is coming up, and I haven’t even chosen my outfit yet.
I went out looking in the reccomended shop and found a few nice dresses that I thought would look nice on me, but the prices just put me right off. £200 for a plain black dress! *faints*
For the hen night I just picked a couple of outfits to go along with the events, but obviously I can’t wear them to the wedding, so the wardrobe doors close. I need to find a nice outfit before long, or else I’ll be showing up to the wedding wearing nothing but my pyjamas – and it is seriously looking that way.
When I went to the shop yesterday, I saw lots of lovely dresses. The shop assistant came over multiple times, saying “oh, wow, that would look splendid on you!” and “that would go well with your skin-tone [pale] nicely!”
But, of course she’d say that. She’d tell Jabba the Hut that the dresses would suit him just to get money out of him.
I’d better find a shop fast, otherwise Jabba will be having my invite instead, wearing my special dress…
August 17, 2010 § 4 Comments
Okay, so today I was planning on making a chocolate pudding sundae.
Well, I say I. I really mean Daughter.
While I was happily watching television in the living room, Daughter was looking through all the cookery blogs (don’t ask how she accessed all those – she’s a whiz-kid, enough said.
“Mum! Mum! Mum!” She called every two minutes, calling out a new recipe while I reluctantly paused the television. Each recipe required an electric mixer, which I don’t have (call me old-fashioned…).
“OH WOW! MUM!” came the final cry, and squeals of excitement as she scrolled through the recipe, the word ‘electric’ or ‘mixer’ nowhere in sight.
“CHOCOLATE PUDDING SUNDAES!”
Now, admittedly, they do look yummy. Daughter showed me all the photos of them, and I felt drool escaping my lips slightly.
“Can we have it for dessert tomorrow, Mum?” Daughter persisted, and before I could even open my mouth she was running round the room, shouting “Oh my god, I’m so excited! WOW! Look at these!”
My head was in my hands as she paraded round the room, thrusting the laptop screen at everyone’s face.
I have random thoughts every day (sometimes every minute of every day), and today’s was probably this:
I want to make these just so that I can pour them all over her head. After all – it serves 4.
Of course, I am joking. I’d never waste all that chocolate 😉