No, this is not me with Jonny, and it's not a future pic of me and Jack. I know, my dates are becoming confusing to you all....
cute huh?
I feel like that guy I blogged about with the real dolls....
More to life than sheep
cute huh?
I feel like that guy I blogged about with the real dolls....
Media frenzy is at a pitch as the Beckhams return to Britain from LA for gorgeous hunky Mr Beck’s 100th England cap. Mrs Beck was photographed in London shopping in her tiny sized, very tight, leather pants.
Now, on first viewing of these photos I had 2 thoughts
1. Is that hand in front of her foof hiding camel toe??
and
2. When will she stop copying my hair style?
And then I realised - it’s not just my hairstyle shes stealing, and she’s way, way behind me in the leather trouser fashion stakes...
It was 1981, I was 11.
Ant mania had swept the land and I was not immune to their charm. I was Ant crazy. Adam Ant was my first celebrity crush. I had the albums or as Bethan calls them those big black CDs, I had the wall covered in posters. I had the patch sewn onto my jeans (remember them...) and I had THE OUTFIT.
Yes, the outfit.
Black leather(ette) trousers and white blouse with frills to die for. Gaudy long gold(ish) chains. Black boots.
Black eyeliner and a thick white stripe across my nose.
I thought I was the shit.
So, when told I had to go shopping with my mother and my sister I took off my huge can headphones, stopped listening to my Prince Charming and dawdled downstairs. In the outfit.
Older sister stared and opened her mouth. Mother shussed her, sighed heavily and exclaimed they really didn’t have time....
I didn’t really notice they walked 50 yards behind me all day. I just saw the wide beams of fellow shoppers and smiled smugly to myself thinking I must have looked so cool......
and for those who need a nostalgic look back at the 80s gods that were Adam and the Ants, here’s a little taste
Ant mania didn’t last much longer for me and soon I turned my loyalties to Duran Duran. But I still look back at those highly embarrassing times.
Oh and speaking of embarrassing moments - check out The Lounge over the weekend and try to guess which friends you can recognise....
Hot Cross buns
Hot Cross buns
one a penny
two a penny
Hot Cross buns
if you have no daughters
give them to your sons
one a penny
2 a penny
Hot Cross buns
Having explained to numerous Americans what they are, I thought I’d blog them.
Cut in half and buttered. Toasted they are yummy. We eat them on Good Friday.
The cross on top is supposed to be for that guy nailed to the cross thing yeah?
As for the song - not a clue - as Brian said - You Brits have funny songs.....
And just for fun - when I searched for hot cross buns on photobucket I got this....
As I’ve blogged before, I’m no Mother Earth. I love my kiddiewinkies but am not the kind of mother that can make a mouse costume out of sticky back plastic, string and 4 tin cans. So when they left primary school I sighed a huge sigh of relief. No more staying up all night to make costumes because I’d forgotten to do them and no Eisteddffods to have to make crafty stuff and Welsh cakes. Well, I mean help but if you’re a mum you know you do the brunt of the work and your kid just holds the tape...
So, I was bloody pissed off yesterday when Bethan came home from school. She had last week off with chicken pox and informed me she had to make a 3D animal by Wednesday as an arts’ project.
And she wanted to do a penguin...
So hastily paper mache a balloon we did. And put it in the airing cupboard to dry overnight. This afternoon after school, we started painting it - and it sank and collapsed - not enough paper mache.
Ideas flew, google was initiated and then Bethan had a bright idea. Well, she stole it from a girl who said she’d made a spider from a tennis ball.
We did a ladybird!
So - a tennis ball, some pva glue and red paint, cotton buds (Q Tips to you guys??), a couple of white drawing pins and a black felt marker later and we ended up with this - courtesy of Jessica’s camera phone as my batteries are gone in my camera
cute or what.....
Also, on the subject of animals, I want to say bye to an old friend who was put to sleep this morning as she had liver failure and was really suffering. My parents’ dog, Black Beauty, a rescue greyhound.
You’ll be missed, especially by your favourite cwtcher and stroker
Night princess