I got a Dell with a very cute coloured lid. The colour is "Comet Loves Cupid" by O.P.I.
The very nice man from StarTrack dropped it off...
The lid...Ignore the dodgy iphone photo
Other things happening around the place:
A little snippet of my life....when I can be bothered (and remember) to fill cyberworld in on what's going on in the real world.
The lid...Ignore the dodgy iphone photo
Other things happening around the place:
Considering three years ago I never wore make up and physically couldn’t put my own mascara on. I’ve come a long way. I’m also into nail polish in a big way. Even though I have a bad habit of picking the skin around my fingers to shreds when I’m stressed or nervous without realising it. Naughty I know, but it’s just one of those things.
I’ve also got my eye on this dress from Barkins.
I tried it on but I’m not sure about it. I don’t really know if it’s me, or if it suits my shape. Being a pear is hard work sometimes! It’s half price so I’m considering it. I’ll have to take my bestie C over to see me with it on. She’s not really sure about it from the picture either.
Being a pear, I have to be really careful about what I wear. I sometimes say “stuff the rules; I love it so I’m wearing no matter how ridiculous I look”. Sometimes this theory works because if you feel good in something, you can sometimes make it work. Sort of.
Some girls can make stuff work no matter what. I had a client drop into the office today in the cutest outfit. It was a purple ruffled blouse tucked into a creamy coloured full skirt with two thick black stripes around the bottom. Nothing flashy, just understated glamour. P (who I work with and is clearly a mans man) immediately blurted out “looks like she’s wearing a tutu” when we seen her walking towards the door. Nice one. He’s not entirely lost though; he soon turned around and said not bad for someone who looks like a ballerina. There is some taste in there somewhere. He is a guy though and the fact he noticed she was wearing a skirt at all is miracle enough.
I sometimes find it hard to find really pretty clothes that look good means I’m obsessed with shoes. I don’t care how ridiculous anyone (my mum) thinks they look, I just love them. V who I work with owns literally three pairs of shoes. One pair of thongs (flip flops), sandals (which double as work shoes) and runners. Naturally she hears about my new shoes all the time, which then leads to much tutting and shock as to how you go about walking in heels that high. Some people just don’t get it. My mum doesn’t understand it either. My dad however, will repeatedly tell me I have only one pair of feet. This is right after standing in a shoe shop with me for half an hour trying on shoes and telling me which ones make my legs look long and killer.
My dad is a girls dream people. He has shown he is the worlds most patient man on shopping trips. We once shopped for six hours, going back and forth between the same shops sometimes and then put up with us teasing him when he finally bought something. Then we shopped for another hour. He is a legend.
Had a bit of a tea party with C the other day. It's our new thing. Since we've realised that we're not getting any younger and that ice cream isn't the best for us anymore, tea is it.
Well I'm off to have yummy chicken kiev and veggies. have a good weekend everyone!