I just had a rather startling moment, which at least gave me a theme for my photo for this blog. Photos are getting quite complicated. Totally run out of things to photograph - been stuck in one place for a year!
I mentioned previously that at this time of year I rock the Fester Adams look - face that's Tipex white (that's something you used to use to cover up a mistype for anybody out there that's not as old as me!) and black circles under the eyes. Every morning for the last week I started a new routine where just before I put my moisturiser on I'd put on just a tiny bit of fake tan. Didn't really seem to be making much of a difference.
Just went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and staring back from the mirror was an Ommpa Lumpa. I am literally clementine orange (although admittedly if we'd had other orange fruit in the house it would have been 'that' orange). Whatever, I'm very orange. Dissapointingly I still have the dark circles under my eyes - although they certainly look a bit more colour co-ordinated - in a 70's kinda way!
Much excitement in my household last night as today we have been forecast snow. I'm sure if you live in certain parts of the world such a forecast is a depressing thing. Here we literally never have snow. We did for a couple of years when my son was first born, when we hit the third year in a row I invested in sledges, ski's (not posh ones) and snow scooters (plastic ones with handles, not ones with petrol I hasten to add). Obviously as soon as I did this it never snowed again.
Well that's a bit of a lie - on 2 occassions we've been out sledging and the snow scooters have been used once. Anyway, we currently have the promised snow, but sadly very little cloud. For about an hour a few whispy flakes have been coming down. It's not settling either.
So that's today's potential excitement over and done with. That said if it continues I think we'll walk out onto the South Downs later - in the hopes that somethings happened there. Though it's the salt in the sea air that trashes our chances I think and the same air is going to be there as well (I hasten to add that I don't have a clue if the salt air thing is actually accurate - it's just what I've decided the problem is).
I've also discovered that quite quickly since I started my new full-time job I've become an even bigger slob. Saturdays are all about my chores and one of those is to take armfulls of clothes out the utility room (my greatest achievement is having a house with a utility room - I think that makes me very grown up - others might disagree) chucking them on the floor in the sitting room and sorting them out into 'owner' piles.
I just went to get dressed and realise that apart from the clothes being taken from the sitting room to the landing outside the airing cupboard not much else has happened. The piles are sitting there by week. In itself it's actually quite interesting because you can track the changes in weather. Where there's been a particularly mild week you'll find cotton tops and harem pants (yes I know I'm to old for harem pants, but I just can't bring myself to wear tracksuit bottoms). Colder weeks have fleeces and jeans. Then there's my work from home outfits - which vary below screen level (but never pajamas I'm proud to say), but varying smarter jumpers and shirts depending on activity.
What freaks me out is that there are never any pants or socks in any of the piles. Where DO pants and socks go. I seem to have to purchase new pants and socks about once a month.
Had attempted to be a bit fresher today after yesterday. I warn you I'm telling you this just so you know what a slob I realise I've become........ On Friday night I was shattered. I had 2 glasses of wine and then fell asleep on the sofa at 8.00pm fully dressed. I woke up at about 4.00am on Saturday morning. Still fully dressed and wide awake. I turned on the telly and (unshowered) then at about 9.30 went for a walk down to the butcher with son.
About 8.00 on Saturday night I suddenly felt really scuzzy. I then realised I was still wearing the same clothes I'd put on on Friday morning. Obviously it was time to change, but given the time I just showered and went and got into my pajamas.
So this morning when I got dressed I made sure I'd picked some nice clean clothes. I pulled on my jeans and felt something in the leg. A quick fish down the leg discovered the pants I'd put on on Friday morning. So basically they weren't clean jeans afterall and the pants I put on on Friday seem to have developed an unhealthy attachment to me.
Needless to say I've changed the jeans and put clean ones on (I hope) and I've broken the heart of the pair of pants as they are now in the wash basket and having to deal with rejection.
Anyway, keep your fingers crossed the snow continues to fall. I'd like to have at least one snowball fight, even if I have to spend an hour collecting enough snow for 2 snowballs.
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