Good morning guys!!
This morning, whilst getting dressed, I remembered the very old blazer of mine. It is the first time it has actually graced the public sphere because I kinda hated it - almost gave it away to charity BUUUT thank heavens I didn't because I now loves me my check mate.
I have dubbed it check mate for obvious reasons which I sincerely hope you have gathered. If not, then erm well God speed etc.
It defo makes me look like an extra from the Michael Jackson 'beat it' video [which is why I MAY have done the dance in the mirror this morning] but obv that makes me super cool.
Also, every time my pictures have a strange blur in them, it is because I have blurred out the name of my place of employment. I am a woman of mystery and I shan't reveal where I work just as yet. I am not however, a woman of technology, which is why the blur looks minging [for my american followers - 'minging' is brit speak for 'way gross']
Ta ta for now...
|hair pulled up to show you the faux leather collar|
also this morning, I searched high and low for my green 'pop' belt and I couldn't find it, sooo I improvised [as I do] and used a piece of african print material from my mother's top. Sorry mum.
As an aside - my boobs are actually out of control. I simply cannot keep buying new bras every single month and it is putting a strain on all my clothes with buttons on them AND I work in a male dominated environment. Some women think I am being hyperbolic but honestly, it is problematic. Is there no way [barring surgery] to reduce ones nunga size??
NOTE - I didn't wear red lipstick today. I thought I would take a break when the woman in the shop asked me 'why red?' whilst looking at me like I was a lady of the night. AWKward...