Eggs, Underwear and Ukelele's.

Easter is one of my favourite holidays and this one was particularly fun.
My Mum came to visit for a couple of days.
She was picking up her car from my brother's [ he has replaced the totalled berlingo with a fiat multi something or other [sounds like a cinema complex but I know that isn't correct ] and so he doesn't need hers any longer ] and stayed over with me for a couple of days.
Being Easter I'd already had fun buying Easter things for the girls and Dave plus various other family children, but it meant for the first time in ages i got one for her too.
Sort of gave me a happy feeling doing that.

And we went shopping.
It was one of those events that you had to be involved in to see the funnies for, but lets just say that we spent most of the time giggling.
We did come out with some new underwear for her after I got totally gobsmacked realising that she was wearing bra's that were COMPLETELY the wrong size and dragged her into M&S to try on some bigger cupped ones.
Result = 2 uplifted boobs instead of 4 [ well thats what it looked like ] squashed down to her belly.
Ok, so thats an exaggeration, but only a small one!

She drove home through the snow yesterday and left me with lovely memories.

Which got me remembering other times.

So when i came across this



it brought back so many more.
Of watching the film with my Dad.
George Formby.
And for those of you too young to remember...



And home.

shoe dilemma... look it's important to ME ok!

I have a dilemma.
No, nothing life threatening or world shaking, but its important.
It's about SHOES.

Now along with a significant number of other people i love shoes, nothing new in that.
But one of the things with me is that they have to be the RIGHT shoes.

i can't wear brown boots with jeans and a black jumper , even if they are the most gorgeous boots you've ever snuggled your cute little tootsies into.
I cant wear satin courts with a cotton sundress.
I can't wear thong sandals with a formal skirt.

If I try it gives me the shudders and makes me feel totally creeped out.

What is the point to this slightly rambly blog then?

Well, I'm going to a formal black tie work related thing with 3 other female collegues and for one reason or another we're doing cocktail rather than full on floor length.
Although actually I've fallen in love with the dress I've bought , so I'm not all that fussed.
But now we get to the shoe issue.

this is the dress in question.



and i could just wear some plan black courts with it.

but I've seen these.....






And now I'm not sure.

So,
anyone out there have an opinion?

Are they too over the top ?
Should they only be worn with something plain to show them off to their full glory?
Am I a total idiot for wanting to wear a pair of shoes embellished with tape measures to a formal balck tie?
Or are they just totally scrumptious?

:D

Update: they are too high!!!!!!! *sob*
I have piddly size 4 feet and the heels had me walking almost en point.
Back to the drawing board then.

busy busy...

i didn't used to beleive my grandparents when they said that life speeds up as you get older until after I had children of my own.
Then time began to change.
Life began to kick in to overdrive.
Or perhaps it's just my perception of time thats clicked over a notch or two.
Either way I blink and a week or a month has gone, whoosh, leaving me with a blurred mushed together series of after images.

Lately I've been trying to change things down a gear, with mixed success.
My meds [ for my lovely lovely thyroid problem ] weren't working properly, leaving me with numerous symptoms that were all pretty innocuous individually, but when added together left me like some aching, lethargic blob.
Luckily my blood test confirmed that it was my thyroxine level that needed boosting, so I'm now popping an extra tab and beginning to feel more normal.
Well, if normal can be used to describe me :D

So....what have I got up to now the aches are a fading memory?
Well, I managed to fit in going to see the Out of the Ordinary exhibition at the V&A.

There were some amazing exhibits , but I think my favourite was the lung made from blown glass, and lit so that it almost fluouresced.
Gorgeous.

We had our works Christmas Do in feb too, and got taken to see the Cirque du Soleil at the Albert Hall.

I wasn't sure what to expect , but it was an amazing spectacle and I had a great evening.

Then came the downside.
I had a couple of nights of uncomfortable wear in my lenses, and like a twit, didn't get anyone to check that everything was ok until it got REALLY uncomfortable.
By which time i had got a corneal ulcer.

If you look carefully you can see a tiny white spot at about 10'o'clock on my cornea....actually, given how the photo has loaded its about at 7 o clock in this blog....hard to see given the blood-shot runny nature of my eye, but it's there.
Believe me, the little bugger is making its presence felt in a major way.
Painful doesn't even half go there.
Arrrggghhhhhhhhhhh, more like.

So to cheer myself up I've just booked to go and see Jose Gonzalez in April.
*bounces a bit*

Oh, and now it's time for my hourly dose of chloramphenicol.
And something that makes it taste better.
Not that i drink the stuff you understand....its just that it runs down the back of my throat when i put it in my eyes and then i can taste it for ages.
yuk.

I hope it heals soon.
x

Pass me a tissue

My favourite films are those that make me cry uncontrolably.
No matter how often I see them.
And no matter how well i know the lines and what's coming.
My throat closes.
My nose tingles.
And then the tears start running down my face.

*sniff*

2008

And another year has rolled over and put it's self to sleep without too much in the way of stress and turmoil.
Or at least, when I try and bring specifics to mind to write something like this , thats always how it feels.
A large space full of errrrrrring and ummmmmming rather than lots of how-on-earth-did-i-fit-it-all-in-ing.

Actually thats what happens when someone asks me any kind of question.
It's as if the act of trying to recall anything presses the empty button and dumps all my memories down an inaccessible well.

A couple of things stand out though.
Like ....
Spending an evening dancing around a trophy and trying to lose my last chips at the charity roulette wheel [ isn't it odd that you invariably win when there's nothing to lose ] at the Awards .
Getting the start of new work on my arm by Bugs, forgetting to take water with me and feeling totally shaky after the 3 hours on putting the monochrome base in.
Finding storage space in my house for a load of stuff that an idiot friend [ you know who you are ;D ] was going to dump as a new and happy time was started in the US.
Visiting my Mum and realising how much i miss her now she's 4+ hours away and not 40 mins away.
Getting totally choked just saying goodbye when what's left of my family got together to scatter my Dad's ashes in a freezing sea.
Nearly messing up my relationship with my oldest daughter.
Getting stuck in the Victoria and Albert when they locked everyone in for a reason that they kept to themselves.
Drooling over the Vogue exhibition at said V&A.
Finally finding a pair of shoes that are more comfortable than my MBT's for work so i can look like i have normal sized [ and rather cute looking ] feet.

The whole year had a feeling of bringing things to completion.
My partner is now settled in a job he loves.
My own working life has become more manageable with the addition of a trainee and a new part time staff member letting me get to grips with things I've been putting off for over a year.
I've re-aquainted myself with some of the things that I love doing and which I haven't had [ or made the ] time for since my girls came on the scene.

And now I'm putting my mind to what I want to do with this coming year.
For I do want to actively DO something with it.
To take it by the pants and modify it until it fits ME perfectly.

*Raises my glass to a Glorious New Year*