If I had to call my blog something else, this title would be it. Hardly a breath is drawn and I'm onto my next project.
You might remember me recently discussing the mysterious case of the bodice top that was too small. In the manner of optimists I readily blamed the pattern. In the manner of pessimists the scales revealed the simple truth: I have put on weight.
And how did that happen? Um let's see. On Monday, Wednesday and Friday, the morning tea hostesses provide lovely home baking for us to have with our coffee while we watch our children trash the place. On Tuesday I have a few hours off and what better way to spend it than flicking through a magazine solo at a cafe with a cup of coffee and a little treat? On Thursday it's dinner out with my girlfriends and we always have dessert. And then on Sundays we make a family trip to the cafe for .. more treats.
I'm lucky I'm not as big as a house.
There's nothing for it but the quickest diet I know. Wear black. So here I am mid way through a little black 1973 retro tunic from Style. It's shaping up nicely although I can see I ..ahem... might need to let out the side seams a little.
I'm tossing up whether to make the plaid flares to match. There's retro irony and then there's retro ridiculous....hmm I'm thinking if I have to ask whether it's going to look dumb I probably shouldn't be making it.