Call and response. Mother's ruin. Party time.

By way of answering yesterday's questions on notice I provide the following responses from the Minister for Minutiae and the Daily Grind. 

1. I chose this brooch to wear.

Nana's brooch. And my yucky old sun damaged chest.

2. To cut a long story short, I basically went for a pretty thorough depelting. Not too bad. Unfortunately I also got the eyelash tint and eyebrow wax, AND I was coerced into buying PRODUCT. Gah. The expense. I can't believe how much it all cost, I am deeply ashamed. I feel soiled and vacuous and wasteful. But also smooth. Very veerryy smooth. Baby's bottom smooth. Oh yeah. You know it.
Swings and roundabouts, people, swings and roundabouts.

3. My undie situation was getting a bit dire so I decided to treat myself. Considering that:
      a) I've had most of my knickers since P was born and
      b) they are all low rise resulting in maximum muffin top visibility, the purchase came not   a moment too soon.

Behold the new high rise pants in all their glory.

Out with the old, in with the new. Does this make you feel hot under the collar? You should see my control top pantyhose!  Phew! 

When P saw me wearing a pair this morning she said "Mummy why are you wearing pants on your tummy?". They are eminently comfortable.

Mum's still here. Had this convo with her after I spoke to M on the phone at one point.

Mum - Sounds like M has had a bad day should I go down and get some booze?
Me - Yes
Mum - Gin?
Me - Yes
Mum - And tonic?
Me - Yes
Mum - Then you'll have it there for, you know...
Me - What?
Mum - For breakfast.

If only she knew how close that is to reality. I kid, I kid.

On another note, I've noticed that everyone everywhere is frocking up for glam Xmas parties but not me. P and I had a mummy and gal date at the shops and there was sparkling gorgeousness everywhere ripe for the purchasing and I've certainly got nowhere to wear it.

Blurry pic of P devouring a patty cake while I watched on, drooling onto my bib. I am many things, but a photographer is not one of them. In case you hadn't already noticed.

I've fallen off the work radar and M's party was last Friday starting at 5pm and stir crazy wives weren't invited. What a fizzer!! Pfft. No plans for New Year either. What to do, what to do. Are any of my friends reading this? Are you having a party I don't know about? Can I come too? Don't be shy. Speak up now and we can organize something pronto. I don't even know where we will be on the night, geographically speaking. I'll have a think and get back to you all.

 Smell you later dudes.

Fox in flats Darecember was boots today.  As if!  Too hot I say.  Substituted this photo of Boots the monkey from Dora the Annoyer.