I have forgotten what it’s like to be fat. When I tell people, they tend not to believe me. I don’t have any photos. I tore them up and consigned the memory to the past.
I’ve been calming a wild-eyed groom’s mother over what to wear to her son’s wedding. Even bigger panic as her Ex will be there with his latest ten-years-younger squeeze.
May in England; too hot for boots, too cold for sandals. I’m with you in thinking ‘What on earth do I put on my feet?’
I don’t ‘tell’ anyone what to wear. I’m not that kind of stylist. We’ve been around long enough to wear what we like. I guide and suggest, point out your great bits, show you how to dress like ‘you’. It’s up to you if you want to listen…
Ever looked in the wardrobe and thought: ‘Do those clothes say anything about me? Or am I just toeing the line, locked in my own style rules?’
It’s true. Cameras and phones are so good, who needs a pro?
My new website will be ready soon. I’ve changed quite a bit since the last photo was taken, so I need a new one. I know several excellent photographers, but time was of the essence.
So this is what happened… (you might like to read to the end)
The past year has been a rollercoaster of disastrous events.
Last June my husband was made redundant. Because of a legal wrangle, there was no redundancy pay. It was devastating – what would become of us?