Life is still on an even keel.


I wanted to do a post on my FB status update from yesterday, but as the day progressed, I lost my taste for it. It’s in any case a topic that I will very likely have something to say about again in the probably, not too distant future. BMW drivers. I need say no more.


Thought I’d try on the dresses in my cupboard to see which one I could use for the exams. This was brought on by the sister. I was there last night for a quick visit and she got out two dresses. Wanting me and mom to decide which one she should wear. They were both lovely dresses and she looked good in both of them. I gave her my opinion, what she does with it is her business. And then she went off on a tangent. and I said goodbye. As I said before, she’s looking rather svelthe these days. I have a suspicion that she’s up to something – just don’t know what. Her business. Not mine.

So, there I was, trying on the dresses in my cupboard. I’ve expanded in the last few years. Mostly topside. Have two dresses that fit me without pinching the breath from my lungs. One is very old – probably a good 10/15 years, and the other one, though lovely, very short and bought with a gift voucher from the one person that has kind of set the travels of the last two years in motion. It looks like I will have to go dress shopping this weekend. If not dress shopping, I might have to go and look for formwear tight enough to keep all the ripples in place. But then I can’t do my backdrops too well. And I will have to go see if I have any shiny things left after Africa has decimated my 30 year old collection. I know I have no perfume left, but I could not be bothered to go and buy more. maybe eventually. it’s only two hours of my life, and they care more about the feet than the ripples in any case. If it does not freak out my instructor the way it freaks me out, there’s no real worries is there? But looking at myself, and comparing myself with the sister, not such a good comparison. And I wonder if I should not maybe do something about it. Can’t really say what, since I can’t see myself doing the diet thing, nor the exercise thing. Otherwise, I’ll just have to accept the way I look and count the blessings I do have – a good brain, handy hands, perfect pitch and balance, good sense of rhythm, an able body, a job, a somewhat steady life. We can’t all be svelthe. Somebody has to be practical πŸ˜‰

For the moment I have floors to make pretty and storage to work out – much more important than perfume or weight gain or loss πŸ˜‰

This was just a catch up post – think I have to now go and make something to eat – very hungry!! That’s my main deterrent to dieting. I get hungry!!

Let’s hear it for another day done. Another day older. Another day;s experiences done. May tomorrow bring only good things our way.



20 comments on “OK.

  1. Exam? I am sorry Ms. G, kind of missing a few stories due to walking. I can only guess this is about dancing. Will you be so kind to post some of your moves in your pretty dress. Go girl.

    • Got it in one Miss P – dancing. I asked the sis to take a video of my dancing, but I will have to vet it before I let the whole world see it πŸ˜‰
      Have a good walk!

    • BMW drivers P indeed. Studies have shown that they are not THE worst drivers on the road, that honour belongs to Audi drivers, but I have more altercations with BMW’s than with Audi’s πŸ˜‰
      The expanding – suppose it happens πŸ˜‰

  2. Well, good luck with the exam.
    I’m sure, by what I’ve already read, that you will at least ENJOY it! πŸ˜‰
    LOVE the songs!! πŸ˜€
    It’s very easy to give compliments when I know it’s true, and I know the receiver don’t really care. You’re gonna look beautiful, either way! πŸ˜‰ Good night, Kaereste!

  3. Hello you
    Love your music as always do
    My girl always had a tune which made me sing
    She is kind of funny she’s got a special touch
    Nobody knows her like me
    I found her in a dream climbing inside my window
    To get to the room upstairs
    I said take this moment and make this last
    We did and now were strong and meant to last

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  4. Ah, I am glad you’re still doing the exam – thought your son had postponed his take-off day until the 19th (?) and that was the day of your exam…. Young woman, you have earned a new dress that will make you feel on top of the world and I just know you’ll find the perfect one. Dremels are swell, but hard to dance in ’em…. πŸ™‚

    • He was going to leave on the seventh, and then they changed it. But it’s all good, i made arrangements with the studio to be out of there as soon as possible πŸ˜‰
      As for the dress – we’ll go looking tomorrow. Trying to find something to fit this body of mine – not always easy, but I’ll try πŸ˜‰

  5. I love that expression about keeping the ripples in place — not heard it before!

    BMW drivers are the pits — around where I live, they’re mostly private school mothers with bright red lipstick and smells under their noses, or taxi drivers. One of my friends worked in a supermarket car park for a while, to boost his pension, and he’ll confirm that people in BMW are the worst drivers, as well as exceedingly selfish parkers who think it’s OK to take up two spaces instead of one.

    • The shame is that BMW’s are such great cars. But they get a bad rap because invariably their drivers are such arseholes!
      As for the ripples – I have a few more of those than I want, but hey – I am what I am πŸ˜‰

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