shoppy

I think I should begin my own course of therapy for how to get over sucky viruses. For starters I would recommend lots of sleeping. And then after the lots of sleeping, the taking of the tablets, the drinking of the fluids, get yourself up and at 'em George McFadam, and get thee to the shops. Yep, a good dose of retail therapy is enough to kick you out of any post-virus blues. As I clearly found out today. The only item on my list was a pair of skintight black jeans. Check, found them. Oh and look at those boots...and those too...oh look at Dizz at the checkout paying for those 2 pairs of boots and those jeans...oops :o)) However, being the style-ista that I am, I refuse to feel guilty about the buying of the boots (nice try Fizz) cos they are struttin' boots, yep, I'm currently rockin' one pair of them around my house. Ooh yeah baby. Last year I was all about the Ugg-a-like boots, this year I'm all about the struttin'.

In other news, there's something weird going on out there, in the big wide world. I can't help but feel that I'm at the beginning of a new phase. Don't know where it's going to take me, or even why I have this feeling, but I'm a firm believer in following my gut and that's what it's telling me. Look out world, I'm a-coming...

And finally, I'm ending with a question. What I want to know is who is the inventor of these chain thingies that you get via email/text/Facebook kindly informing you that on the one hand you are "sexy as fuck" (direct quote) but if you don't forward this on to 10 people you will be "ugly" for the next 10 years? Say WHAT? xx

boo hoo/ woo hoo

Boo hoo:
There's not much that will actually make me stop, take a step back, and look again but that exact thing happened on the way to work this morning as I walked past one of my favourite shoe shops. There was a sign on the window advertising the closing down sale; say what? Nooooo! I did that double take, shake of the head, my eyes are not deceiving me, and practically ran the rest of the way into work to share the sad news with two other devotees. Plans were immediately made to finish work early and go and see what they had to offer in the sale. Thing is, the shoes are lovely and cheap in there anyhoo, so even when they're not in the sale, whose to argue with 8 quid for a pair of shoes that you can literally wear until their sad demise? So we didn't get sale shoes, but we did get funkay shoes; mine are a kind of combatty fabric, and Cat's are funky red polka dots with a peep toe, lovely jubbly. So please all join in to say a sad farewell to Alias; we will miss you muchly.

Woo hoo:
A phone call at lunchtime today brought happy news that Tizz might be coming home for the weekend, let me know what you're doing...fingers flying across my phone I texted back "come home come home", I think that got over the message of excitement...then I didn't hear anything back for the rest of the day. So I rang just now and Tizz is indeedy coming home. I was walking down the street practically leaping up and down with joy! Yay! Followed by woo! hoo! This is very exciting news. Lots of fun will be had. And plans for San Fran baby made!! Let's have another woo! hoo! See you tomorrow Tizz xx