In Between....

Post coming up about when you get too old to get away with certain things....
Very much leading on from the last post in terms of speculation.

But. With more appealing topics that my sunglasses and my bike.


P.S. I have a man update that I need to tell all about.

Also, I wonder how crude I could get on this blog.... Would people be offended if occasionally I was a little more explicit??

She Wore Pink Sunglasses

I've decided my tool to surviving the roads when cycling (Yep, still haven't evolved past the piece of scrap metal.) is my sunglasses.

They're wonderful. Pink hearts with darkened lenses. I purchased them from Portabello Road market a few years ago (therefore, they're vintage, right??) for a modest amount of money.


So, what's so special about these glasses I hear you ask. Do they have rearview mirrors attached? Have a pop up sign attached, warning people of my bad skill of staying in a straight line? Blow smoke signals? Blind drivers into stopping for me?

Nope. They're just pink heart, sunglasses. My 7 month old niece pulls them off rather well actually.

(If she was bigger then I'd definitely go as far as to say they'd look better on her than me.)


So these glasses are not magic. But. They lull people into the illusion that I'm younger than I am. They see bright, shaped glasses on a pink bike (didn't I mention that before?) and immediately '7 year old' springs to their mind. This means people stop for me, let me pass and generally are a lot more patient with my speed and slow progress.
I don't wear them purely for this reason though. I actually like to kid myself that they make me look cute. In an ever-so-ironic way.

It makes me wonder though, when do you stop being able to get away with these things? Are you ok to take on child-like qualities (and dress sense) until you're 25? 30? 40??

I think this may take longer to explore....

I want Audrey Hepburn's eyebrows

Sentimental Mumbo-Jumbo (There Might Be A Point In There Somewhere)

Although it would be more than fitting if I were to drive a beautifully sleek convertible car, I'm afraid to say that actually, my way of getting to work... is cycling.

Now, I'd love to make out that this is down to being a super, mega, ethical, eco-babe.

It's not.


So this week, so far, I've cycled 74 miles. This sounds a lot but actually it's clearly not enough to shift my few extra pounds I have floating around my hips.

Anyway, this wasn't a post to complain about my personal body image. It was actually to rejoice on my motivational will-power to cycle that far everyday.

I'm not going to lie, it's not the most dignified of activities...slogging up a hill... holding on for dear life when going down a hill....

But it is feel-good. And the wind in my face (when it's not blowing bits of tree or flies into my mouth) feels amazing, freeing, just like I'm flying.

It's just something that really is....wonderful.

Definition Of Glamour?

I'm wearing one sock and one slipper. It's a glamorous life I lead....

I Have A Love/Hate Relationship With.... Me?

I hate washing my hair.
I love having shaved legs.
I love having a minimal amount of pubic hair.
I hate having any more pubic hair than a Brazillian.
I love to masturbate to certain songs.
I love wearing skirts.
I love having deep, hot, baths and fully immersing myself in the water.
I love hearing the rain on my window when I'm in bed.
I hate watching the news.
I love putting on perfume before I go to bed.

R.I.P Burt

Think my fave vibrator has given up the will to live :(