Funny how when you try something on in a changing room (especially in a charity shop) that you only get to see what you look like from the front. If you are brave you will sneak a quick look at yourself side on holding in your breath for as long as you can to look PERFECT! Its all crap really isn't it. I mean to say, what is perfection anyway. We all prefer photos of ourselves taken front on, just like the models in the mags, none of them are back on or sideways trying to looking normal.
Take this top I have on and wore on the weekend. I think it looks fine, apart from being all tits, so of course I swanned out wearing it and feeling comfy and casual. Then later on over the weekend I saw a picture of me and TOF on a balcony watching a game of rugby. SHIT!! We looked so short fat and stumpy. I of course am blaming the camera angle, not a flattering look at all. But needless to say the photo will not be shared and it has put me off the top, maybe a bit too flowing for me, so it is being passed on to someone taller.
Does Tex give a thought to how he looks?
I think not.
Mother Nature doesn't give a rats ass about what we deem perfect. She throws colours together that we have been told do not match.
I like to think Mother N has it sorted. All odd bod shapes and wild colours everywhere in my garden, my sort of perfect, sort of like myself.
An odd shape and wild colours.
I think Cassie is adorable, others would say she looks mad.
Yeah, Mother Nature ROCKS!
I may not be a delicate little flower,
or beautiful butterfly,
but I am very comfortable in my own skin.
Anyway enough of that, the girls enjoyed a lovely afternoon sun bathing in the garden on Sunday. TOF and the girls chilled out together, and I went on another egg hunt. There are a few favourite spots.
I followed this Monarch Butterfly as she flitted about in the blossom in the Peach Tree. Aren't the colours all amazing, colours of SPRING time.
Can you see the clouds and the house?
The gorgeous weather is hanging around at the moment which calls for strategic layering in lightweight things. It also means no more boots. This is today's little outfit, colours of Spring.
I have re filled the dog toy basket, all ready for Sheba and Oscar's destuffication program. Care to place your bets on how long this lot will survive?
I have no intention of being anyone but myself. The weather is so lovely that walking is back on the agenda and salads are back on the menu. Winter really is a bitch! Glad she has gone.
I am not SORRY at all!