Monday, 7 May 2012

Doing it doggy (oo-er Mrs) :o)

Finally, it got bought.  The bag.  Front and centre.  And its a Radley.  

Despite the schedule from hell, quite frankly, and having had no time at all to shop, I finally managed to get to a bag store and now I'm happy.  I needed it to go with pink top, red cardigan and nude heels.  This, I think, will be ok.  The cute beads won me over.

Still have my eye out for another, but am waiting for the capable shopping assistance of the lovely Sarah for that one.  There are only a certain number of times a girl can fly solo on these things.

So probably doesn't suit me and cost way too much, but surely there is room for some frivolity in life?  Just occasionally?

Wednesday, 2 May 2012

Some days its Shrek, others its Fiona


Why is it that some mornings I wake up thinking I look like Princess Fiona and other days its Shrek looking back at me?

When its Fiona, its not the slim, long red haired princess version of Fiona.  Clearly.  Its an ogre either way, but sometimes I look at my body and think that although the build and shape all feels wrong, its wrong in a Fiona ogre kind of way.  I don’t about you, but I think the animators did a great job with her.  They really made someone, putting it kindly, who has the shape that is a cross between an apple and a rugby player look gloriously feminine and beautiful.  So what if I have odd taste.

When you look at a picture of her, you realise that they have used all the right tricks: proportion to other characters, hair, eyebrows, boobs are all well drawn.  But beyond that, she has the complete ogre look.  In the world of us having women we aspire to look like - and seriously, I’m not going for the sympathy vote, if I could achieve that I’d be really pleased.   A woman who looks great and feminine with a similar body shape to me has to be a little bit of a heroine!

Clearly I’d much rather look like the original slim Princess Fiona, but surely there has to be some realism into the mix?  Especially when there are some days when I look in mirror and all I can see is Shrek staring back to me.  Today is one of those days.  

I’d been building myself up to start going out a little bit and to testing out whether I would just be a stare-fest or whether I might at least get ignored by most people.  I have such high goals don’t I?  But I’ve decided that staying under the duvet is probably a better thing to do.  Let’s not inflict another Shrek wearing Fiona’s clothes into the world eh?

Oh and Diet?  Schmiet.  This month, I’m not going there.  But Monday sees the start of a serious and aggressive diet that I expect to shift large amounts of weight and quickly.  *fingers crossed*