The week started off with such promise. I had massive plans to achieve concrete and crafty things. House renovation type things. To look back and see a clean sparkling house.
I researched and bought a new printer. I think it has a higher IQ than I do. It scans, it prints, it photocopies. I’m fairly sure it’s working on a solution for world peace (or world domination ) as we speak.
I reupholstered another chair. Now I have a matching set of 4 which is always a bonus when you’re going for a cohesive matched look instead of the uni poverty look. The second coat of primer got done on the table. So far so good.
Tuesday it was back to the dentist (yay- I typed dentist without hurling !) which was frankly pretty darn brave of me. I have to have a wisdom tooth out which is a worry because I can’t afford to be any stupider. The hygienist worked her magic and now I can’t stop smiling at my awesome white teeth. I'm doing a lot of mirror time.
The sparkly smile triggered something and all of a sudden I have started obsessively channelling my inner girl so this week has been completely unproductive from an achievement point of view , unless you count spending bazillions of dollars on oneself productive.
I went and had my hair done . Three colours, a six inch cut, a blow dry and 230 bucks later I looked frankly amazing so I went and got waxed because the wild crazy lady of Borneo look is so 5 minutes ago and my Mediterranean look upper lip hair so wasn’t vibing with the oh so awesome hair.
Tragically , I then went clothes shopping. I bought this
and this ...yes..heaven forbid I bought a dress...
Then I decided that the new clothes and my boobs deserved new bras. Let me just say It’s a wonderful feeling to have boobs at boob level rather than waist level. My bra collection was looking pretty manky. Does anyone else hate bra shopping as much as I do? I just want to cry every time I have to do it. I see all these chicks pulling cute 12 B's and C's off the racks and just want to punch them. 14E/F just plain sucks.
I bought new makeup, earrings, hair doodads, handbags and shoes. I went a little nuts. Usually I think I'm rocking if I remember to get out of my pyjamas. This is not me at all..who the hell is this person who took over my brain?
Mr. P wonders where his wife has gone. He wants her back.
I'm stomping off to be crafty. This madness simply has to stop. Right after I moisturise and paint my toenails.
P.S. I'm wearing that dress tonight. In honour of my MIL's birthday. Watch Mr. P's family keel over. Last time they saw me in a dress was when we got married.
P.P.S. Happy 18th birthday Nephew of Pyjamas. I swear if you let me and your Mum come out on the town with you tonight we wont cramp your style...