The Mad Rambling of a Hot Hormonal Forty Something.
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Wednesday, 17 February 2010
Just Stuff In My Head!!!!
Hello My Lovelies,
I hope the day finds you and yours well. It's very bright and sunny in London today and I thought that I would go off into Greenwich, take a walk and take some photo's to share with you all. Well that was the plan, it would appear that the car has other ideas and seems to want to spend the day in an entirely different manner.
It might have the flu, I mean it's been so cold out there of late that even I didn't want to venture out till now. It did try to start, but it just coughed and spluttered and died. So Dr Francis will have to look at it when he has the time. Oh well back to the drawing board.
I could in all honesty get the bus into the centre of Greenwich, but I don't do public transport, or as I call it pubic transport....this is because if some mad fanny/penis gets on the bus you can be sure it will sit next to me and annoy the hell out of me all the way. That coupled with having been attacked on a London bus while travelling with my then two small kids and being 7months pregnant with Callum at the time. People did nothing but watch, it was truly frightening. This was a packed bus on a busy route and people just watched while I was attacked and there was no mistaking that I was expecting. As a result I don't like to travel unless it's by car now. Or with people I know. And this from the girl who travelled the World alone most of the time from the age of 16 till 22.
I woke up so hungry this morning. I can not stop eating today. I stuck a huge note on the fridge door that says "EAT SENSIBLE TODAY YOU CRAZY WOMAN". Callum who is on half term holiday from college thinks that I have gone mad and maybe I have, but I know what a hungry day means...it means that I won't bother to think and will just grab the nearest thing that looks remotely edible and I don't want to undo all the work I have already put into myself.
Did I tell you that I had found a whole wardrobe full of new clothes, well I did. Turns out to be my old wardrobe full of clothes that I haven't worn in about two years!!!!! How great is that, I swear I thought I had opened my own boutique when I opened the wardrobe and discovered clothes that fit me again or will do very soon. What a result. Now I really am not into fashion as such. I like what I like and wear what I am comfortable in.
My mother who was a Chanel, Dior, French couture glamour queen, once described my fashion style as "Rag dolly Anna, meets the circus, falls in love with cocco the clown and gets dressed in the dark, eventually grows up and becomes a colour blind hippy" Sarah Jessica Parker eat your heart out, I was ahead of my time. My daughter the beautiful Patricia, has inherited a combination of me and my mothers fashion sense. Basically she is very glamorous, beautifully groomed and marries fashion with her own sense of self and isn't afraid to try something different to her friends. I recently made her a tutu and she puts it with her rock chic look. Fantastic. She is so adventurous and such great fun to shop for or dress..I never played with dolls as a child and now I have my own dolly Anna to play dress up with.
Patricia is a tiny girl with a great figure and is one of those women that would make a black bin bag look like French couture. One of the best things I ever had to teach her was how to walk in high heels. Surely every girls right of passage towards womanhood. I started her off in a very small kitten heel, which was apt in away as my own personal name for her is Kitten. We had such a lot of fun that day and now she can happily walk, run and dance in 3in heels, just like her mother and grandmother.
Oh well that's it for me today, am off to raid the kitchen...for healthy stuff, I can read, I know what the note says.........
Much love Lia xx
Ps I called this post" just stuff in my head" as I couldn't think of a title for it, anyone else ever struggle to know what to title to write or is it just that the madness in my head has no name lol.