I don't agree with bloggers presenting themselves as a walking talking authority on fashion. This is why I dislike posting about myself. I know some bloggers that think their way is the only way and post non stop pictures of themselves in clothing they have just bought all the time. However, I do like to share aspects of my life with you - warts 'n' all!
So I wanted to share what happened to me this week so we can all have a good laugh at my expense.
I've had a run of bad luck this week with some of it worse then others.
ROUND ONE
I decided last minute to stay at the boy's house the night before work. I have a strict black only work uniform and I knew he had a pair of black trousers that I could borrow. I happened to have a black t-shirt with me and enough make up to get through the day.
So that morning, I threw on the trousers only to discover, the button was missing. The boy confirmed that this had happened at some point in the near distant past and wasn't anything I had done. However this presented a problem - I needed trousers to get to work!
I decided to wear them and nip into Primark (who hasn't done the pre work Primark panic dash at some point!!) to buy new trousers. There was one small problem, as I sat on the bus, the zip broke. I don't mean jammed but broke completely. I now had a situation where I couldn't keep the jeans up at all!
Luckily, my coat is really long and this meant I could dash from the bus to Primark which was about a five minute run. I literally bombed down the sidewalk holding onto my jeans for dear life. I found the first pair of skinny black jeans and nipped into the fitting room to try them on. The fitting room was closed but desperate times and all that. I literally threw myself into them. I had to.
I later binned the jeans.
ROUND TWO
That night, due to some bad news I had received, I decided to treat myself to a skin pampering session. I had everything ready to go - masks, moisturiser, creams, lotions, etc. I was ready for a night in watching all my shows and eating. Great!
So as I rubbed a bit of MAC's volcanic ash into my skin, I heard an insane beeping noise. I couldn't figure out where it was coming from until I opened my front door. It was the fire alarm.
Now I don't know if you know what volcanic ash looks like but it is basically a grainy soot colored lotion that turns your skin grey while your using it. It requires time to remove because it leaves behind a sootish black color on the skin which you have to use toner to get out of your pores. This is fine because it really does a deep clean. However, when the fire alarm is going off - its a bit crap.
I tore back into the house, took off half a layer of skin trying to remove the ash as quickly as possible. Once outside my landlord informed me - false alarm.
ROUND THREE
Good stuff happens in threes right? Well yeah this is techincally round four but I can't reveal the third bit on line just yet. Coming away from the studio this morning after my radio show. I stood in what can only be described as the world's sickest dog's poo. I have never seen such a worrying color of s*** in my life. It had literally destroyed my boots. It's in the grooves and everything. I will need to remove it with a needle. Fantastic.
Anyone else had a challenging week? Anyone???

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