Yesterday at work whilst I was tidying the magazine area, one of those catalogues, fell out of one. Ya know the ones, filled with things like pinnies to protect your clothes, kaftans and lace doilies to protect your kitchen work surfaces. Now normally I'd throw them straight in the bin, but I took the time to flick through it, and was thoroughly disheartened to find myself occasionaly mutter "ooo, that's nice" and "Damn good idea" over some of the stuff.
Today, a Betterware mag got delivered, and i'm now doing exactly the same.
Is this it? Am I now doomed to one of those giant fleecy slippers (which sound really cozy!) huddled over the fire with a Slanket (again, good idea) doing the crosswords in a People's Friend mag (I do so hope they have a small catalogue in them if i do!).
Nothing wrong with fleecy slippers, sitting under a blanket when it's cold or doing crosswords (as long as it's not cryptic ones as they're too hard for my poor brain)... Perfectly normal behavour for any 31 year old on a Saturday afternoon.
One of the nurses I worked with knitted a blanket and booties for my doc who's due to have a baby next week and I did find myself looking at the blanket thinking how nice it would be if I could knit like that... <sigh>
' few years ago, you wouldn't have even gone out clubbing with a coat on'
^^^ HAve you met me?! I get cold in summer for goodness sake! I have never been cool enough to go clubbing without a coat!
(Although the recent development of looking at younger women without coats and thinking 'ooooh, she must be freezing, she really should have something on over that' is a tad worrying...)
I'm now admiring a "Decorative Toilet Roll Holder" in said Betterware mag, thinking "that's really pretty".
Think i need to do something rebellious, like going out and mugging old ladies and kicking puppies or something, anything to avoid this inevitiable slide in wrinklydom!
I hope i don't turn into my grandma. She used to put tea towels down on her kitchen work surfaces to stop the surfaces getting dirty! I could never get through to her that it was easier to wipe the tops down than it was to wash the bloody towels.
Crikey, Radio 1? Don't think iv'e listened to that since about 1990? I'm a Radio 2 gal now. Oh and I've discovered a local radio station too, i like that.