A blog post about things that are more painful than Mother, just. Miss O'Dyne sent me these. I love the jewells and the colour but the heels so high. Not to mention the part when I'd need a toectomyor three just to fit. Definitely drooling and looking at items.
Love the colour, love the jewells wrapped around the heels but these should be on a register of lethal weapons. One good high kick and there goes a lung or if you're really good, an eye.
A two for one here. The heels are horrible and the dress could burn out retinas with too long a glance. She's had a Brazilian or the Hollywood tape wouldn't stick to make sure there wasn't a wardrobe malfunction. It's a really horrible outfit, no wonder she's hiding behind all that hair. Can't tell you the designer, I think anonymous might feature somewhere.
Now here is a flat sandal for us except I will tell you if you have a fat big toe then gangrene is nigh if you walk too far in that leather ring. That's me, speaking from experience. But I do love the fish and the gold and the jewell. A drop of Araldyte here and there so I could keep them on and I'd be happy.
Mother rang last night about 7.30. A long day according to her but it was okay because she slept through most of it. And why did I buy her two sets of Phrynne Fisher when she need the second series, she sick of watching the same dvd. Yes, I have bought both series, she is putting the dvd back in the wrong cover every time she watches it and yes, I have had this conversation about 6 years ago when she kept watching Midsommer Murder and putting the dvd back in the wrong cover. After 5 minutes of this too-ing and fro-ing I sincerely lost the will to live.