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Walking in high heels

In Uncategorized on February 26, 2009 at 11:20 am

I am gradually getting back on the right track at last. I’ve reacquainted myself with the cross-trainer and the bike, and last night when Mark got held up and couldn’t pick me up from work, I resisted the taxi rank and walked home – hindered a bit by the high heels, but no doubt working the thighs that bit harder.

One of my key incentives to keep up the regime returned to the screen last night. Ever since I discovered Desperate Housewives a few years ago I have longed to look like any one of them. This series, even though they’ve deliberately tried to make them all that bit more downtrodden and less glam (except Edie, naturally), I still find myself looking wistfully at sunshiney Wisteria Lane and thinking how much easier it would be…

The night before I watched Britain’s Poor Mans’ version of DH, Mistresses. I loved series one but this one is just depressing to me. I hardly live in dreamland and I’ve never believed in fairy tale endings but I can’t help but sit there shaking my head Daily Mail-reader style at the sad state of affairs there. I gave the second episode a go, but given the way that two of them, both apparently tremendously successful, beautiful and with the world at their feet, are on a self-destruct mission, I think I’m better off spending 9-10pm on Tuesdays at the gym on my quest for Gabrielle Solis perfection. Humph.

Domestic bliss

In Uncategorized on February 24, 2009 at 12:21 pm

I am back on track. I have my car back, and have ventured to the gym twice in two days. I am revoltingly unfit though. I used to cycle 16k and stomp away on the cross trainer before launching into a routine of squats, crunches and weights, but I was huffing and puffing after 8k last night. I’m sticking at it though.

Tonight I’m having a rest from the gym and going food shopping – no bread, no pasta, no booze – I am on a mission to lose 18lbs before my holiday in 8 weeks.

Then I have to buy tiles for the bathroom floor. I rent out my house, so I am investing in it so that should I sell (unlikely given that it’s probably worth £40k less than I paid for it), it will have a shiny new bathroom. It will look lovely and I am a bit sad that I don’t live there myself.

Then I’m coming home to watch Mistresses. I loved the first series last year but I was horribly disappointed with last week’s series debut. They all appear to have morphed into nutters and not learned their lessons. Next week, I plan to start kick-boxing, so I won’t get to watch their shameful antics again, I’ll be too busy kicking ass.

Unless tonight’s is very good………………….

Driving me crazy

In Uncategorized on February 20, 2009 at 9:40 am

I had a car accident last month and have been without a car for the past four weeks. I get it back tomorrow and I can’t wait to be independent again!

It’s been quite an eye-opener, and makes you realise how much you take it for granted. I’ve had a car since before I passed my driving test, so to spend a month without one makes you realise how lucky you are.

Four days before the accident I got a new job close to my home. I realised afterward that it was close if you can drive, but isn’t walkable and there’s not a decent bus service.

So for a month I’ve been depending on Mark, my mum and my colleague Beki to do all the ferrying about, which they’ve done without complaint (well, two of them have).

I shall be reunited with my Beetle tomorrow and have had it valeted to show it how much I care. I can’t wait to take it for a spin, I may even wear a hat and take the roof down. I just hope that driving for the first time since my run in with the car full of boy racers doesn’t make me nervous, because every time we drive past the barrier I was forced into I flinch and shut my eyes – which can’t be a good idea if you’re behind the wheel…

Good gel

In Uncategorized on February 20, 2009 at 9:20 am

I may have been cynical about the teen acne products I bought yesterday, but my second head has retreated into acceptable rosy blemish status. Hurrah.

Out, damned spot

In Uncategorized on February 19, 2009 at 5:48 pm

I’ve morphed into a 13-year-old girl overnight.

I’m not referring to my teenage crush on the Killers’ Brandon Flowers after the Brits – but, by the way, How hot is he? – but to my debilitating skin condition.

I am in my 30s. It’s taken me a couple of years to come to terms with that, but I can say it now. So to wake up with not just a couple of blemishes but full on angry, red spots with heads and mascara on, is really very upsetting.

You know how women complain that men look at their cleavage instead of their faces (not a problem I have)? Well, all day, people have been desperately trying to look me in the eye instead of in the vivid growth on my left cheek.

I am grieved that I’ve had to turn a blind eye to the Roc and Clarins products in my bathroom and have spent money this lunchtime, money that could have been otherwise spent in Accessorize, or on nail varnish – on acne products aimed at teenage girls. So I’ll be using my Clearasil along with my anti-ageing Roc wrinkle-vanishing cream, nice juxtaposition.

Tonight I shall be experimenting with ’80s New Romantic hairstyles that drape interestingly across the side of my face, but I don’t think I’ll be posting a picture, soz.

New Choos

In Uncategorized on February 18, 2009 at 12:33 pm

Last week, I watched the Sex And The City movie again from the comfort of my bed as Mark intermittently snored, grunted and groaned beside me. It never has a positive effect on my bank balance. I’ve also just finished reading Lipstick Jungle, so I have to be excused for going on a bit of a bender thereafter.

It’s working so close to the shops, basically. I could nibble a Ryvita at my desk, or I could go a stroll around the shops and buy an M&S sandwich…or shiny things.

I bought a gorgeous pillar-box red patent Fiorelli clutch, especially for Valentines Day, and immediately realised it simply wouldn’t work without matching patent slingbacks.

Then on Saturday, I discovered a shoe-shop in Lichfield and bought an unusual pair of black-and-red patent sandals with really interesting wedge/kitten combi heels that are somehow really comfy yet cool.

But on Sunday, aaah on Sunday, I bought the most beautiful things I’ve ever purchased, with the arguable exception of my car. So special that I have had to pledge to myself to wear them for my wedding to justify such a purchase. They are purple jewelled Jimmy Choos and when the assistant misheard my ‘Size 40’ for ‘Size 4’ and bought me a pair I couldn’t cram my feet into, I almost dissolved into sobs of disappointment. Imagine my joy when I realised.

New Choos!

New Choos!

They’re now nestled in tissue paper in their box in the bottom of one of my mum’s wardrobes away from my covetous and undisciplined self.

There are only two problems with this. Firstly, I don’t actually get married until June 2010, and secondly, and more urgently, my unwavering discipline in resisting the matching handbag has now wavered…

Snow excuse for letting myself go.

In Uncategorized on February 5, 2009 at 4:44 pm

It’s probably the snow, but I’ve been valuing time spent beneath the duvet more than time spent on grooming and grace this week. Ever since I was given TWO books on how to have elegance and style for Christmas (one could be construed as interesting, two is just insulting) I have been taking a few tips from them and trying to present an elegant and classy visage to the world.

I’ve been very disciplined – cutting out chocolate, booze, pasta and bread, essentially we’re talking a no carbs/alcohol/fun diet, signing up for dance classes and doing the ‘essential maintenance’ that I’ve always ignored, such as turning up the loose hems on my trousers, caring for my cashmere and checking my back view for stray hairs and lint, but this week has seen a swift drop in standards.

While I’ve been cultivating that ‘barely there’ cosmetic art, this week I’ve adopted the ‘not there’ look, and rather than embracing Audrey Hepburn’s ‘tailored silhouette’ approach to styling, I have been wholeheartedly hugging the ‘Rod, Jane and Freddie’ many layered jumpers approach.

I plan to bid farewell to the snow this weekend, and with it, the bulky, bare-faced me. It’s simply not good enough.