I have a new guilty pleasure. I am a Secret fan of “Tattoo Fixers”. What a great programme. I’m loving it. I don’t have a tattoo, I don’t want a tattoo, but I sure know who to go to if I need a “cover-up” job lol……..
Started the month by being very busy. Having waited 2 years for husband to sort out bathroom radiator and fence panel I’ve booked someone to come and do it. Really can’t wait any longer…..
Just had 1950’s pj’s altered. Bought them last year but needed new waistband. They make me feel like Doris Day “oh the Deadwood stage is a coming on over the hills ..(love that film) de..dee dee…porcupine quills..la la la…no time to delay…whip crack away…whip crack away
I’ve been going through a Mallory Towers phase thanks to Mrs. Blyton. Used to love those books especially reading about the midnight feasts by the rockpool. Although to be honest I prefer the Chalet School series. Much more fun with all that snow.
Anyway, with my love of vintage I’ve been tracking down a few bits of memorabilia. Managed to find a typewritten list of school uniform for a girls school recently. Then I found some badges from the 50’s. One of them says “Librarian” and the other “Prefect”. I always fancied working in a library – stamping all those books and handing out fines!
7yo was enthralled by the badges and picking up the Prefect one turned to me and said:
“Ooohhh Mummy can I have the one that says perfect”……
A day when I was extremely organised. Not only did I go for a run, supervise 7 yo homework, get haircut, prepared casserole, made lunch, went to garden centre but I also made a rather scrummy bread pudding.
Now I love bread pudding. It takes me back to growing up in the 70’s. You don’t really see recipes for it these days. But, a few years ago I managed to find one on-line. It’s a wartime recipe and always comes out well. Now my house smells of mixed spice…..aaahhhhhhh
I am now 2/3rds of the way through my goal of running 3k a day during September. Today I also managed my best time ever at 19.54. I’m really quite proud of that. Only 10 more days to go….hope I can achieve it despite the weather forecast being warm on Tuesday lol……
I hate the school run. It’s not the going to school it’s the coming back….with all the clutter. We have book bags, rucksack, lunch boxes, coats and jumpers. And who ends up carrying them….ME. I tend to use my little run around for the school run which is only 3 doors. I then have to heave myself as elegantly as possible into the back of the car to sort out seatbelts. My neighbour gets a real treat night and morning lol…..
I think I must live in the most interesting place in the UK! On my travels this morning I stopped off to look at the notice board in the village where my kids go to school. The notice on “Places of Interest” caught my eye! Not only were the Post Office and the Petrol Station listed but, at number 12 was “Telephone kiosk”. It did make me laugh.. Surprised the pub only made no.7! Thank goodness the village don’t have a public toilet lol
I have always had a passion for pretty underwear even as a young girl in my teens. My chest of drawers would be stuffed to the gunnels with knickers, bras, teddies, suspenders. You name it…I probably had it.
Then I had my two children and afterwards I threw most of it away. My body had changed….I had changed…most of it didn’t fit any more. I didn’t like what I saw in the mirror.
Gradually my interest has returned, but it’s taken a different path….a more interesting one I think. I am absolutely in love with vintage. Etsy and eBay have been real eye openers. I have underwear pieces now from the Edwardian period, the 40’s and also the 50’s.
I can quite understand why women of the 50’s wore a panty girdle. If you’ve had kids you’ll know why lol.
It’s bit of history for me and yes some of the pieces that I’ve bought I have actually worn. I think they have a little bit of sauciness about them (or perhaps it’s the person who’s wearing them lol). You can’t help but feel very feminine and a bit flirty once you’ve squeezed yourself into your panty girdle and net petticoat lol…..
My daughter and I always have a bit of a tussle in the evening over sitting in my favourite seat. Her favourite place is the same as mine. But I’m not having it….I’m in charge….my rules….therefore my seat. Usually I have to bribe her out of it. However, tonight she’s at Beavers. I will therefore be firmly ensconced by the time she gets home hee hee hee