Winter of my discontent…
Posted by dulwichmum on Thu 12 November 2009
The city can be incredibly depressing in Winter. I try to keep my chin up, for the sake of the darling munchkins… but my spirits soon flag (sigh).
Bad weather, combined with too few daylight hours and lack of opportunity to display my perfect jewel coloured glossy pedi in open-toed Gina sandals, can be simply soul destroying…(sniff)
Occasionally situations arise to lift my mood, if only for a few short moments. For example, my perfect son, Max, announced just yesterday morning that he had a sore throat and needed “a throat lasagne.” I laughed my socks off all the way to work.
The sign I spotted in Morley’s window, as I drove through central Brixton today also made me smile, well actually, it almost caused me to laugh my head clean off my shoulders: “Beauty Week, come in and we will make you to look fabulous”. Judging from the cut of their customers, I assume that they will begin by replacing missing teeth!
Having run a competition for a flight to The Canaries last Sunday, my mind has left town and is winging its way south in search of respite. The call of the Winter sun is ringing in my ears and the thought of the spray tanning booth holds no allure. I hear that Jeremy Clarkson said he visited Ireland 10 years ago and the women all had white skin and orange hair. He went again recently to discover that they all had white hair and orange skin! OMG!!!
I never consider cheap imitations (gasp). Am I the only one missing the sunshine? I shall try to focus on the image below, to remind myself of the shocking crimes against fashion that some people commit when the sun shines. If you don’t have a strong stomach, please avert your eyes.
If you don’t immediately realise what this is, just keep looking, it will come to you…OHMYGOD!
I need shocking images such as this to stop me from driving straight to the airport chanting: “There is a sun lounger by an infinity pool in The Canaries with my name on it…”
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Sass E-mum said,
That photo is utterly gross. It took me a while. Until now, I’d lived a life unsullied by ‘jockey bras’.
Am I supposed to thank you?
Peak Princess said,
I love it! Completely cheered me up. Well – that’s a new clothing line I could go down. Quite easy to make! I’ll ask Liberty if they have any old boxer shorts I can cut up. Lissa, Peak Princess…with love sewn in, (PS Lumie light alarm clocks are the solution to winter blues. Fabulous gentle waking up. It’s the only thing that gets me out of bed).
dulwichmum said,
Dear Sadd E-mum,
Please don’t thank me, thank Brixton!
Peak Princess sweetie,
You really are a chum. I would hate to mislead you, I don’t really see this line as a goer!
Sarah said,
Yuck! Although why stop with the summer. Grandad’s old thermal longjohns could make a fetching bolero jacket.
ThatGirl39 said,
Eeek… that garment almost put me off my lunch! But you are forgiven because I love your blog. Why has it taken me eighteen months of blogging to find you?
Insomniac Mummy said,
I just spluttered Diet Coke everywhere after seeing such an abomination.
babieswhobrunch said,
ohmygod indeed! where on earth did you find such a pic?!
ahhhh, winter sun. if only…!
aims said,
I’m quaking in my boots just wondering what the front of it looks like!
EGawds!
Writeonmum said,
hehehe…perhaps he’s holding his balls in his wife’s bra! What a picture that would make – eeeeeeww!
I DETEST dark, short days too. I spend hours moaning to Stressed Husband about the fact we bottled out of emigrating to Australia when child number 3 was born. But as soon as those little daffs begin to bloom, I begin to love being in London again…until the next Winter. Roll on Springtime.
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