It has been hot this week, so Frijj had a shower. Taken 06/07/2013
Yesterday, I had a conversation with two Twitter peoples – @ArtisanGaynor and @SuggestDigest about horrid fashion. Lucy joined in at the point were shoes were brought up, too. It started with wet – look leggings (YUCK) and ended with the defence of jelly shoes with this pair as the example –
But later, I came across this article –
A survey carried out by Sunshine.co.uk showed what the British public think are the top summer fashion yuckies – and I have opinions on all of them. I shall comment as I go.
1. Cut out swimsuits –
This was voted as the WORST by over 50 percent of respondents. Men AND women. I hate this current trend of missing fabric from clothes. Especially on the Midlands, where ‘the look’ is scraggy hair, hoops, clothes a size too tight and muffin toppage. No please.
2. Socks and sandals –
I have a friend who did this once. He got mocked. He never did it again. Lesson – learnt.
3. Speedos –
If you’re an Olympic swimmer, go ahead. If you’re my Dad, please, wear some shorts. You can’t carry it off.
4. Ill fitting bikinis –
Try before you buy, yeah? Changing rooms exist. I don’t need to see your boobies falling out.
5. Hawaiian Shirts –
Ok, I kinda like these. Sometimes.
6. Patriotic clothing (e.g. England shirt or Union Jack clothes –
Events, festivals, sports and celebrations. Not an advert saying ‘I AM BRITISH AND HERE TO GET PISSED’.
7. Sun visors –
They still make these?
8. Maxi dresses –
I’m too short for these. There’s an extra foot of fabric trailing behind me. I’d love to, but i’m bitter. Suits people with darker skin more. White people, beware.
9. Oversized hats –
HEY! I have one of those!
10. Wedges –
These are the only heels I can walk in 😦 kind of walk on 😥 OK I can’t walk in heels. Shush.
From the outside, it may seem I am on a health kick. I’ve started swimming again. Ive been three times now, even if one of those times was whilst volunteering. I’ve also started eating Quorn.
Yeah, Quorn is hardly healthy. I read the label, I could eat healthier stuff. And i’ve become a tad obsessed with cheese. The reasoning beyond the Quorn is that I really wanted to eat some chicken. Like, really really. I weighed it up, fresh and frozen, and then looked at the pretend meat section. It’s actually cheaper to buy Quorn.
And swimming? Well, it’s damn fun. And, please, no grief off people who real life know me, but i’m not the fittest person. Fitness isn’t related to size, dearies.
It goes along with the whole ‘accidentally quitting smoking’ thing too.
As George will tell you i’m more of a natural beauty than showcasing stocks of Rimmel coral red lipstick and MaxFactor eye shadow, much to my mums dismay! But I am an avid fan of nail varnish, and recently have been buying them just for the name.
I first noticed a couple of weeks ago, both in my Elle issue and walking through Boots, that the names of the nail colour attracted me more than the colour. For instance – Mary Quite Contrary and Round and Round the Garden are names christened by Rimmel, and I doth my hat to them (maybe borrow George’s hat, or just bow in my Coast dress). Mary is a dusky lavender, and Round and Round the Garden is a timid chalk green (the little sibling of the powerful and bold emerald).
I took them and immediately hunted for Mary’s nail colleagues. Ring a Ring O’ Roses, Ethereal, Little Bo Peep and Funtime Fuchsia. Little Bo Peep literally I just had to have – could not stop smiling! I was very tempted to have Pulsating and Pompous just because I laughed out loud!
I may sneakily wear Mary to work… no one will notice not like i’m wearing Pulsating, or Red Carpet……… Seriously, go to your nearest Boots and indulge!
For the past few weeks I have been telling people I have a stall in Dudley this coming Sunday. The email for it came through around the start of June. It was an offer of a free stall for anyone who participated in the Love Your Local Market event.
I heard nothing for weeks. I mean, weeks. Over a fortnight. So I emailed, as you do.
I informed my volunteer family that I would probably not be able to make Sunday, and after trying to figure out all alternatives, including going up at six in the evening, we decided to miss this week. Which is hard to tell an Aspie child.
Today, I received an email saying it was cancelled. The email was a forward of one that had been sent to everyone else on June 20th. A week and a half ago. Thanks for that. The woman thinks she ‘missed me off the list’ and so ‘forgot’ to send it to me.
The child I help doesn’t like change, so calling them up now and saying the weekend is back ON is disruptive. Also, if I booked one for next weekend, that’s also pretty unacceptable. So thanks a lot, you have fucked up my entire fortnight from your bad planning, Dudley Council.