Long John Silver
Then on Wednesday Emin decreed my blue dress made me look like Mutton, maintaining dignity in my house is a loosing battle I tell you.
Buying Grazia each week, which I thought I might do since I am so tired of the post election drivel currently being served up by the Guardian, is going to bankrupt me, since each week I spy a 'look' and ache to replicate it. This weeks squeeze was the image on the left, quite frankly the most stunning polka dot shirt EVER. Unlike the stripy t-shirts from last week this was a gauntlet that threw up a considerably harder challenge to rise to.
Google Breton t-shirts and you will trip over an embarrassment of riches, few of which are 'the one' but you get a sporting chance.
Google polka dot shirt and tumble weed blows across the screen. What makes the search even harder is whilst I love stripy jersey, spotty jersey I hate, the way spots distort is so not flattering and so the ONLY fabric that looks good in spots is silk, preferably a heavy crepe. My best shot came with the shirt on the right found at La Redoute Sadly even from the photograph we can ascertain it is not silk and the dots are very fine, still I quite like it and it is on a maybe list at present.
I am snowed under marking and moderating at present, whilst also conducting a sixth form exam, but will leave you with this delightful bon mot.
Leyla is currently trying to improve her English and does some extra work each night, last night one section of her text book asked her to fill in the blank part missing from some well known proverbs.
One of which was .........................has a silver lining.
She wrote .......My lovely dress..........has a silver lining.
Sometimes my heart aches with love.