This photo shows you the difficult conditions under which I blog. There I am, in my finery, trying to take pictures in the garden, and this is the result. I'll give that arse a slap in a minute if you don't get it out of shot.
No prizes for guessing what this expression was saying.
Posing lessons from Smallest....
... who is quite the comedienne. If you find pulling faces funny. Which I do.
The girls are fascinated with boobs. Aren't we all?
1970s wrap maxi skirt, bangles and necklace (charity shop), 1970s felt hat (flea market), sandals and black top (retail)
Eldest had 4 of her lovely friends over for a sleepover last night, including a karaoke session (did you know karaoke is the Japanese word for sound of small strangled animal?) This morning, they watched Grease while having a breakfast of popcorn and swiss roll. It's all about the carbs and the singing in this house.
I took her out into town today to buy her something to wear from a proper shop (ie. not a charity shop). My kids are really good about me acquiring their clothes from chazzas, jumble sales and hand-me-downs, but I did feel that she deserved something new for her 10th birthday. However, she wants Converse high tops. They are £40. For canvas shoes? For fucks sake! Haven't bought them yet (they didn't have her size) but despite the crazy expense, I did promise...
Embarrassing Mother alert.
That's a face that says "Stop being such an arse, mother, and buy me those Converse."
Happy Birthday to my beautiful double-digited LB!
Hope you are all having a simply splendid weekend.