Last night I went into London to meet my oldest friend, (no, not as in a 65 year old, as in I have known her since I was 9 months old).
I was fretting before I went because I don't have going out clothes anymore.
My wardrobe is full of either wedding outfits or jeans and tops. Nothing fancy in between.
After feeding the kids, cleaning the bathrooms (why I did this before I went out instead of spending precious time getting ready, I will never know), stacking the dishwasher, putting the toys away, I had a time frame of twenty minutes to get ready.
I went Topshop blue silk number with my trusty jeans and Converse pumps.
I looked a bit like an art student. I trekked into London carrying the heavy weight of my unplucked eyebrows on and off stinky Tube trains.
My friend, who I hadn't seen for about 18 months, looked amazing. Jaw droppingly, highly groomed, lost loads of weight gorgeous.
It was lovely to see her, but it did zilch for the confidence.
Today, eyes - bloodshot red, skin - grey, head - aching, food - bacon sandwich, I feel like I just want to crawl under the nearest stone and not come out until someone has sprinkled me with beauty dust.
Thursday, 28 August 2008
Saturday, 23 August 2008
Wedding Belles
Newly married Peaches Geldof is 19 and thinking it will last forever.
I have a confession to make, I almost did a Peaches.
I was 20, in love and in Vegas.
I said, 'Let's get married.'
He said, 'I'm not drunk enough.'
My heart sunk. That wasn't romantic. We were meant to be Clarence and Alabama (have you seen True Romance?) and have a kid called Elvis.
But now, ten or more years down the line, I am so pleased he didn't walk me up the aisle in the little chapel of shattered dreams in Vegas.
When I met him, I felt like my senses had been awakened. So this is what poetry is all about? This is what everyone is talking about, this tortured feeling, this not being able to eat, this wanting him inside me every second of the day and wanting to crawl into his skin so I could be closer to him. If I could have slept with my lips attached to his breathing only his air, I would have.
We left Vegas, unmarried and carried on our road trip. By the time we got to Texas, we were almost over. I'd found out he was arranging a huge 21st birthday party. Only I wasn't invited. His ex girlfriend was. We stayed together for another six months until I walked in on him with another girl.
So, I look at Peaches and think, I'm so glad I didn't do it (especially when I see piccies of my ex on Facebook now). She will find out in her own time that at 19, you don't know it all, and what seems a good idea, well, five years later could just be plain embarrassing for all concerned (ask Britney Spears).
Of course, I hope I'm wrong. How nice it would be if Peaches and Max do grow old together and have the fairy tale marriage. I just know that it would never have worked for me and my Vegas boy, because true love isn't about feeling tortured, not eating and having sex all the time.
Love is about lots of things, like commitment, trust, getting through, sharing the ups and the downs, having children together, getting through the mundane and still trying to have sex all the time...
I have a confession to make, I almost did a Peaches.
I was 20, in love and in Vegas.
I said, 'Let's get married.'
He said, 'I'm not drunk enough.'
My heart sunk. That wasn't romantic. We were meant to be Clarence and Alabama (have you seen True Romance?) and have a kid called Elvis.
But now, ten or more years down the line, I am so pleased he didn't walk me up the aisle in the little chapel of shattered dreams in Vegas.
When I met him, I felt like my senses had been awakened. So this is what poetry is all about? This is what everyone is talking about, this tortured feeling, this not being able to eat, this wanting him inside me every second of the day and wanting to crawl into his skin so I could be closer to him. If I could have slept with my lips attached to his breathing only his air, I would have.
We left Vegas, unmarried and carried on our road trip. By the time we got to Texas, we were almost over. I'd found out he was arranging a huge 21st birthday party. Only I wasn't invited. His ex girlfriend was. We stayed together for another six months until I walked in on him with another girl.
So, I look at Peaches and think, I'm so glad I didn't do it (especially when I see piccies of my ex on Facebook now). She will find out in her own time that at 19, you don't know it all, and what seems a good idea, well, five years later could just be plain embarrassing for all concerned (ask Britney Spears).
Of course, I hope I'm wrong. How nice it would be if Peaches and Max do grow old together and have the fairy tale marriage. I just know that it would never have worked for me and my Vegas boy, because true love isn't about feeling tortured, not eating and having sex all the time.
Love is about lots of things, like commitment, trust, getting through, sharing the ups and the downs, having children together, getting through the mundane and still trying to have sex all the time...
Tuesday, 19 August 2008
Team GB
I love Great Britain. It's official. Team GB is where it's at and that's what I am now renaming my family after two weeks in France. I am trying my best not to moan about my hols and putting a big fake, 'yes it was lovely thanks' smile on my face. I promise I am only going to write positive things about the holiday, so here they are...
* The thunderstorms were amazing, loud, fork lighteningly good
* Shrek 2 isn't such a bad film after the eighth viewing
* Walking on a Normandy beach in heavy rain is brilliant exercise
* Eating three types of cheese every day may cause huge spots and stomach but is full of fantastic bone strengthening calcium
* My husband has a fantastic sense of direction, and we did a wonderful detour on our way there.
* Squatting over a hole in the ground is great for the thigh muscles
* I find a good walk around with a toddler between courses at a restaurant really helps my digestion
* Two star hotels that have mouldy lapshades, ripped towels and a musty smell are soooo retro
* Spending seven hours in a car with two children every few days brings you so much closer as a family
* Family rows are good for the soul
We have made a decision. No more holidays abroad until the children leave home.
* The thunderstorms were amazing, loud, fork lighteningly good
* Shrek 2 isn't such a bad film after the eighth viewing
* Walking on a Normandy beach in heavy rain is brilliant exercise
* Eating three types of cheese every day may cause huge spots and stomach but is full of fantastic bone strengthening calcium
* My husband has a fantastic sense of direction, and we did a wonderful detour on our way there.
* Squatting over a hole in the ground is great for the thigh muscles
* I find a good walk around with a toddler between courses at a restaurant really helps my digestion
* Two star hotels that have mouldy lapshades, ripped towels and a musty smell are soooo retro
* Spending seven hours in a car with two children every few days brings you so much closer as a family
* Family rows are good for the soul
We have made a decision. No more holidays abroad until the children leave home.
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