Stunning Seymours

This what I sported at work yesterday. Why I decided to put together the two pieces from my wardrobe where wrinkles decide to go to die on is beyond me. At least I added a little colour to the dreary day.

Haha, Hi L.

Note the "I am so over today" smile.

Note the mug in the sink. Someone may have left it in their room so long, it grew mould. It was not me. Promise.

Top - Country Road

Skirt - Sussan

Tights - Target

Shoes - Nude Footwear

Belt - Sportscraft

Wrinkles - nature

Oh and some pretties arrived in the mail today. I am on a spending ban so this elation must last me a while. They are so precious, I have not decided whether I will wear them or not yet. Certainly not in this current weather. Original Mr Seymour (Stew's dad - here for further reading). Circa -  god knows when. Anyone have an idea? I will have to pull out my fashion books to see if I can decipher the era from the toe shape.

Oh My ...

... Gad

And look at the box they came in. Not the original I am sure but so quaint.

PS. I am so sorry to anyone who read my paragraphs before I justified them. Bad Fi. I can not stand paragraphs that are not justified. I think this may be a law school thing though. We got marks off if we did not justify. It gives me great pleasure to whisper "Justi-fie" when I click that neat little box.... I never said I wasn't a nerd.

Brief Break

FYI (ok I hate that saying that but since I have started at my new job (hmmm how "new" is 13 months) Bossco writes this on everything she wants me to read so now I can't help myself - I even say it aloud)... so FYI I am housesitting and puppy sitting at the moment so I won't be blogging much this week as the computer scenario is dire (the only laptop I can get to access the internet is about the size of my palm and I think uploading photos to it would make it explode).

I have not really done anything blog worthy this weekend anyway. I do have some Fuckin'A new boots which are my new love. Here is a sneak peak but this pic does not do them justice:

Apart from that I have done five hours granny duty, about five loads of washing, been swimming, played with puppies and had a horrible horrible allergic reaction to said puppies (and they insist on sitting on me ALL the time - luckily they are cute). So for now this is me saying peace out for a few days.

And this is what my nose I currently looks like (even drugged to the nines):

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA.

Yes I am a loser. A loser who turns 25 in five sleeps. God help me. How did I get so old?

We were awesome

 Sissy, Granny and Fi rocking into the late eighties

Inspired by Faux Fuschia who was inspired by My Parents Were Awesome I have decided to share some of my family's awesomeness with you.

Ok I was actually inspired after sitting in my room, not sleeping (What, me not sleep? It could not be) and staring at my string peg art (which you may remember from my This Morning post). The following photos are contained herein.

This is my dad's mother Enid. She looks so serene and elegant in this picture. I wish I knew this woman. Age has unfortunately not been kind to her.

This is my mum's mother Bunty. Ok so her real name is Kath (and she is the one wearing the funky shorts above), but when this photo was taken, I doubt anyone would have callled her that. Now genes are a wondrous thing because despite my dad's side of the family producing me little two cousins (from dad's half siblings) that look like they are my offspring, I also look so very much like my mum, who in turn looks like Bunty here.

You may not see the resemblence in this photo though. Look at that hair mum.

And because I can't resist, here is me. Aged about six months I assume, seeing this was taken at the farm my cousins (not the ones that look like me, the tall-thin-blonde ones) lived at. And six months from my birth would make it about Christmas, which seems about a good enough reasons for us city folks to be there. Anywho. This is me. I haven't really changed much.

This expression probably explains my premature brow wrinkles

The reason, why I am making this face? I will give you a hint. Look in the bottom left hand corner of the photo. What is that you ask? That is this fellow below, retreating after completely freaking out the baby. My cousin, who is only 6 months my senior, her 3 and a half year brother and my 3 and 9 month year old sister, were probably elated by the presence of this dear thing and jumping about outside the car asking to ride it. I alas was the timid child. It did not bide me well in childhood. There were many scrapes and brakes and a near fatal accident (but this clever child wore her bike helmet like the new law said, regardless of whether or not she was on a motor bike so no brain damage for me - YAY) caused by my timidness. The older children were never injured. I still feel the weather changing in my 20 year old chipped ankle bone from when the nasty older girl knocked me into the a 10 foot well to get to the Easter egg I was closing in on.

That is all.