Twenty minutes ago I decided to review the progres of my frumpbusting programme. At 10 a.m. I am hanging nappies on the line, hungover (only two glasses of wine! Time I went back to university), wearing the same voluminous dress I've worn all week thus far. Today's special addition to its splendour is baby sick, so recent and sizeable that it is making my knee wet. The baby is crawling around the lawn in pjs, a snowsuit and barefeet.
Progress grade: D-
Where happiness is lurking
5 days ago
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*all week*
talk to me about the same clothes all week when it's somewhat past Tuesday OK?!!!!!!!!!
says she who for once thought about the fact that she's going out tonight and so washed her hair this morning, put on her fave (coz they look funky, but annoying coz they fall down and tummy spills over the front of them) pants with a flouncy wee shirt she picked up at the Sallies last week - but it's sooooo sheer and lowcut she has to wear a tshirt under it so she doesn't feel p*rn*graphic - top that off with faithful old pilled cardy that's been worn for three winters straight and matted together handknit not-so-sexy socks.
I'll swap the cardy for a denim jacket tonight and call it dressed up;-)
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