I was out at two delightful events last night; Littlest's Christmas play, and my mate Sue's birthday pub quiz.
At the former, we just managed to squeeze in on the back row (who knows what time the Competitive Parents must have arrived to grab all the front seats) so I only caught a fleeting glimpse of Littlest. She was most unimpressed to be given just one line to say, but she said it with great feeling.
I was sitting behind a would-be film director dad, who held his camera up high and blocked my view throughout. Honestly, it's tough out there in school showbiz land.
I was sitting behind a would-be film director dad, who held his camera up high and blocked my view throughout. Honestly, it's tough out there in school showbiz land.
Ooh, I'm a cross patch today, no?
The Ladies' Purse did well at the quiz; despite a paltry-sounding score of 11 out of 20, we were joint leaders, but lost it on the tie breaker. That's one difficult quiz, it's a good job we only do it for a laugh.
We don't go away empty handed though, since we bring our own prizes for each other.
A leopard print beret? That'll do nicely, thank you.
1960-70s Tricosa maxi skirt - antiques centre
Top, poncho, 1960s vinyl/tapestry bag and bangles - charity shopped
1960-70s suede jerkin - gift from Lucy
Scarf - flea market
Boots - Ebay
Gloves - gift
Beret - gift from Tania
Necklace - gift from Gisela
Oops, pesky teardrop on my necklace is arse about face, but never mind.
It's been a busy, bitty, up and down kind of a week, nice stuff, annoying stuff, weird stuff, stuff stuff stuff and nonsense. Life's like that sometimes, isn't it?
Blog search terms - they're always good for a laugh, aren't they?
This week's highlights are fit boobs and vintage pissing.
Naturally.
Look at these lovely ladies.
Old postcards from Chesterfield flea market.
These would look well on Em's Shelf of Shit.
This old drinks machine still had some sachets in it; vintage vegetable soup, anyone?
My treat.
You can buy anything and everything on that market.
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