Showing posts with label accidents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label accidents. Show all posts

Thursday, February 10, 2011

What difference does it make?



A no shoe day at home. Little Miss A was painting so I didn't want to get any on my shoes. And so as you do, I drew some shoes on my once bare feet.




I received in the post yesterday a little brooch I bought from Deerfield Vintage Collection. An early Valentines present to myself. I don't fall for all the gumph (and neither does Mr Ed) around Valentines Day but I needed an excuse for this little purchase.



I'm feeling the spots and stripes combination today on one of my days off of work. I love working 2 days a week and appreciate everyday I can potter around the house either with Little Miss A or by myself.

This afternoon I am going to pick up my newly fixed photo of Morrissey which sadly fell to the floor and smashed recently.



This is the photo which is signed by Kevin Cummins and one of my favourite and prized pictures on our walls.


Mozza you will once again grace our walls and bring a sense of maudlin and witt xxx

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Hot days hybernation


My arm seems to be miraculously appearing or disappearing

So it is another stinking hot day and I'm not venturing outside to do anything let alone jump, which is a shame as I planned to go for a walk and chose another background for my photos.

So today the photo is just from the waist up. This little dress I bought a while ago but never had the nerve to wear it as I don't like wearing figure hugging dresses. But it is so hot, and well, I have been going to the gym so I think I've lost a little from the hips - yay for the gym!!! It is a great dress; 1980's does a bit 1940's? And the print is so cute and once again ... it has pockets!!!



Not that the pockets prevented me from leaving my keys in the car and shutting the door with Little Miss A inside this morning!!! I always put my keys in my pocket but forgot this dress had them. So a quick and panicy phone call to roadside assistance and within 7 minutes a man kindly coat-hangered my door open and tar-daaaa! My awful episode of the week was over. Last weeks awful episode was that I walked into a metal part of a children's playground (not seeing it through my big floppy hat) and whacked the bridge of my nose...bring on next weeks accident.

Dress: Thrifted