Sunday, 19 December 2010

Actually, don't join the celebration...

In case anyone's interested, on Saturday I wore exactly the same outfit as I wore on Friday daytime, but this time accessorised with bleary eyes, post-hairspray mophead, faltering steps, croaky voice and determined avoidance of bright lights and loud noises.  It was a good party!

Also, I have just seen this outfit on an advert for and my jaw literally dropped.

I want to skip around in the snow looking like that, please.

Friday, 17 December 2010

Come! And! Join the Celebration!

Last day of term, yeee-haaa!!  I'm going to tell you a story about a leopard, but first bear with me through a short boring outfit post.

I thought I looked a bit doof this morning when I put this creation on, but I grew to love it as the day wore on!


When the girls I work with asked me what I wanted for my birthday, I said "A boyfriend, har har" and they started going on about swapping me for camels and so forth (Oh, incidentally Simon, "Starbucks in the town" was cited as THE place to go to look at young fitties, so maybe the one that hates you is more a case of the lady doth protest too much, hem hem...) but in the end they didn't sell me to the highest bidder, they gave me a fantastically tacky leopard-print jacket instead.

I LOVE it.

It is our Christmas party tonight, and the jacket will be given its first outing.  I don't think it particularly goes with my dress, and I will freeze my knackers off* but I DON'T CARE.

*Have I even got knackers?  Is it a synonym for balls?  I'm going to Google...  Ah yes, apparently it's  "a low and dialect 19th and 20th century term", coming from 'knockers'.  Or it could mean a knacker as in the knacker's yard, or it could also have roots in 'gonads', yes ok, that's enough about knackers now, dear me, I shall blush.

I'm going to show you a close-up of my 'do, so be prepared to worship me as a hair guru, because I've got a necklace on my head again, and I look BRILLIANT.

Gormless, but oh-so-glam.
Right, I'm off for some Christmassy fun.  Hope I survive - you haven't partied until you've partied with primary school teachers, that's for sure!

Tuesday, 7 December 2010

Has Simon been brainwashing these children?

Overheard in the classroom:

"Miss Hamer, why are you wearing that hat?"
"Because I'm COOL."
"No you're not!"
"I am!"
"You're not.  Cool people wear cool clothes.  Not skirts."

If ze Resistance had been a little more showbiz.

Friday, 3 December 2010

Boring outfit post

Something silly like -13 here when I got up this morning.

Slippers were replaced with shiny red Dorothy shoes, tempting as it was to wear them at school...

You know the most irritating thing about winter?  The fact that no matter how you arrange your neckline, your thermal vest invariably still shows!

I find the best way to solve the problem is with a vintage fur collar, which can be handily popped on to add a dash of Mrs Claus appeal to any plain jumper, whilst also preventing any seriously unglam vest sightings.

Fur collar
Black jumper
Black skirt (accidently accessorised with both yoghurt and toothpaste, d'oh)
Blingtastic bracelet ("Gasp! Miss Hamer, are those real pearls from under the sea?!" exclaims the little girl I support)
Yeti slippers
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