Good times: I am liking the weather big stylee! Doesn't it put a total spring in your step?! Everything seems more pleasant. Everyone is happy.
Bad times: Men are in vests again - that's a downside.
Bad times: The Prince found the two secret replacement Noo Noos I had hidden for emergencies. Look how chuffed he is. Oh dear!
Good Times: Chester the cat came back!
He says he he DOES love us as a family, but would we mind awfully if he just nips in and out when he feels like it, because he does have to spend a bit of time with a family of his own. Basically, could he just use this as a doss house and to get a regular saucer of milk and the odd bit of chicken, be cuddled for a bit and then naff off.
No Chester, that's fine, I reply. As long as you promise to NEVER dart upstairs again and hide under the Princess's bed and scare her half to death at bedtime, or bring a mouse to us like yesterday and scare me half to death. It's a done deal.
|Trying to get up the chimney|
|The Prince is proud as punch (look at his Crocs!! Always on wrong feet)|
Good Times: I am also loving the radio. I heard a song which took me back to being very young and saving up my pocket money to get the flexi disc free in Smash Hits magazine. Crush On You by The Jets. Oh I still love it to this day and it gave me a great flashback. My dad refused to let me play the flexi disc on his record player and I was fuming. I've just realised as well that its sampled in a 2 Many DJs album that the hubby and I love. It's OUR album, we used to play it before hitting the nightlife when we lived in Bath, BC (before children).
Do you know the original song I mean? Very 80s, but it just stayed with me. Here is a You Tube link to it - check out that dancing!
So this has made me happy and I keep playing it and driving the kids mad. Shame really as I hoped the Princess would love it - she loves our Arcade Fire album after all. And Franz Ferdinand. But HATES Bon Jovi which is a shame (the Husband put her right off, the swine.)
Good Times: I am also loving a bit of down time in the evenings and treble crochet is beginning to make sense again. I do a little bit now and then, in the same way that people unwind with a fag I guess. Five or ten mins every night, lush. Keeps me out of trouble. I achieve most things now I've come to realise, if I just spend ten minutes on each of those things. I MAKE time. I will probably never actually MAKE anything with the crochet, but I do like the mindless stitching, but only for so long!
Good Times: I am kind of loving the fact that Princess came home and announced she has a boyfriend called Valentino. I've met him, he is rather handsome. His parents are about to open a brand new restaurant in the village so I am hoping she'll get us a cheap eats deal! But mustn't encourage boys too soon. They only cause trouble as we all know too well! I want to keep her as gorgeous and innocent for as long as I can.
Good Times: And I am delighted with the fact that I have finally found a replacement cherry tree skirt to replace the one I ripped several months back (which was also a cherry tree one).
This was the one I ripped so badly I binned it (Bad Times). Gutted isn't the word. It was my comfort skirt.
|You can't see the skirt so well but I love this pic in any case!|
Drinking a Capuccino in a mug on the beach...bliss
I wore it last Saturday and I love it, oh and this is a 100 per cent cherry tree shop outfit.
|Will wear my blue tights next time|
The skirt, boots, top and bag, all second hand and loved all over again. The top was originally Oasis but I got it from Oxfam for £2.99. Don't think I've featured it before. It's a great colour and goes well with the Sainsbury's Tu necklace which I got in the sale.
The entire outfit cost less than £15!
Bad Times: Men who wear their trousers so low you can see their pants. It used to be a fashion statement where you could see a flash of pantage. Now it is the full pants. It's almost a case of How Low Can You Go? (bet you are thinking of that song in Grease now?!)
It is too much info and I saw a school boy today wearing his trousers so low slung, all I could see were his hideous cartoon pants. I nearly retched. He was about 11. It's all wrong. Who started it and why do they do it? One friend had an idea - she thinks it's to show how long their schlong is! As in the further down the trousers are worn, the longer the schlong.....how silly! This can't be the truth, especially with the young schoolboys.
Anyone got ideas about how to stop men wearing awful vests and "look at my pants" outfits?