Well, what started innocently enough as agreeing to a few sets with my local Samba group at the WFF this weekend, has now turned into a camp-over (not the sappy hand-gesture type, although I did over-use this joke a bit last night at rehearsal).
This is great, I've had my tent for nearly 3 years and never used it, and I've decided to forgo my holiday to Devon for rather boring, "logical" reasons that I won't go in to here!
Not so great - I have nothing to wear!
No, no, no. I mean this sincerely, all the clothes in my wardrobe are either winter-warmth, or massive, or in the case of my "new-to-me" summer dress (recent charity shop purchase) completely see-through and in need of an emergency trip to Marks & Spencers for a slip (yes, yes I know).
Pyjamas?! In this heat, and sharing a tent with someone I've only known briefly for a few months! My god, what do I do?
Mild panic-rant out of the way, thankfully it's only for one night so I'm sure I'll work something out.
ST x
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Friday, 26 July 2013
Thursday, 4 July 2013
You Win Some...
Well, one out of two isn't bad I suppose!
The Karen Millen dress bought off Ebay, it would appear, was just not meant to be. First of all, the postage was late, and I got a card stating the seller had not put the correct postage on *sigh*. After paying the fee, and a little bit more wrangling than I thought was necessary, I finally got the seller to agree to refund the extra cost I'd incurred. Job done.
So I pootled off home (as you do) with my new bargainous Ebay purchase, eager to try on this shiny KM dress that looked pretty nice in the ad... to find that I had, in fact, bought a tent:
Of course, I had the red-eyed blinkers on at this point, and didn't realise that my baps were in the wrong position, so after a mini rant on twitter "mumble mumble mumble Karen Millen, mumble mumble, crap, mumble mumble Tent" I went out - cos I was busy, ya know!?
On my return later, I decided to try the dress on again and see what could be done, and in the process of rearranging bappage to fit in with the miniscule boob-area (KM obviously didn't cater for someone with a slightly more ample bosom when designing this dress) I then managed to break the strap.
So unfortunately, a dress that would have been relatively well presented with a sash round the waist and a bit of bap-rearranging, has now been rellogated to the "what do I do with this" pile.
Any ideas!?
ST
(P.S. No, I wasn't planning on wearing this with the stripy socks, though they do look pretty swish!)
The Karen Millen dress bought off Ebay, it would appear, was just not meant to be. First of all, the postage was late, and I got a card stating the seller had not put the correct postage on *sigh*. After paying the fee, and a little bit more wrangling than I thought was necessary, I finally got the seller to agree to refund the extra cost I'd incurred. Job done.
So I pootled off home (as you do) with my new bargainous Ebay purchase, eager to try on this shiny KM dress that looked pretty nice in the ad... to find that I had, in fact, bought a tent:
Of course, I had the red-eyed blinkers on at this point, and didn't realise that my baps were in the wrong position, so after a mini rant on twitter "mumble mumble mumble Karen Millen, mumble mumble, crap, mumble mumble Tent" I went out - cos I was busy, ya know!?
On my return later, I decided to try the dress on again and see what could be done, and in the process of rearranging bappage to fit in with the miniscule boob-area (KM obviously didn't cater for someone with a slightly more ample bosom when designing this dress) I then managed to break the strap.
So unfortunately, a dress that would have been relatively well presented with a sash round the waist and a bit of bap-rearranging, has now been rellogated to the "what do I do with this" pile.
Any ideas!?
ST
(P.S. No, I wasn't planning on wearing this with the stripy socks, though they do look pretty swish!)
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