It's Been a While

When I wrote my first blog, I had aspirations of being a real life Carrie Bradshaw, but life got in the way...just a tad!

At the end of last year, I made the decision to get a full time job. I had become so complacent at Wallis that I was satisfied working 16 hours for basically no money, just because I got to work with people I got on with and around numerous clothes, telling people what to wear for a job. Accessorising was my forte and I was good at it. Then my boyfriend's lodger voiced that he was going to move out and my boyfriend voiced that he didn't want a new lodger, but wanted me to live there instead. Well, neither of us could have afforded to do that on my old wage so, against my better nature, I settled for a full time job, answering the phones to people buying power tools!

Out of character? Yes, but let's look at the brilliant aspects of this new career choice. I am being paid more than previously, working 40 hours a week, talking on the phone all day long. A perfect job for some one like me who finds it difficult to shut up. Now, after just three months of working there, I am looking to progress to a job more suited to my skills. As I write this, I am awaiting news as to whether or not, I have got a job in head office at the same company as a marketing assistant. I would love it! Honestly, when they told me I had a second interview I let out a squeal of delight. Maybe slightly unprofessional, but it was like Simon Cowell had told me I had made it through to the judges houses!

Further to this, I am now living with the boyfriend and facing what it is to be a grown up. I like to think he's grown a little bit too (mainly because he is an inch shorter than me). What I really mean is that he no longer takes his washing to his mum's house. Nope, that is now my job. To my dismay however, not satisfied with me doing his washing and ironing, he came home from work the other day and said, "Can I ask you a question without you going off on one?" Me? Go off on one? Never! He continues, "When you do the ironing, could you iron my pants too?" ...Enter my expletive response here...

As for my never blogging? I am finding it difficult to connect my laptop to the boyfriend's Internet, and though he has a computer, his is connected to the television and his keyboard leaves a lot to be desired. There may be a few grammatical, or spelling errors in this and this is due to the simple fact that I have to hit the keys so hard that, this far in, my finger tips are bleeding!

The other thing is of course that I have less time on my hands on account of more than doubling my working hours, and not being able to ue the computer when football is on, which I am now learning is ALL THE TIME! Thanks very much Sky Sports. I have only found time now as the boyfriend is at his mate's house playing computer games. What was I saying about him growing up?

The burning question on all of your lips however, is likely to be, "What of the Von Trapp curtain dress that was destined for London Fashion Week?" Honestly? It was 'Von Crap'! I had dreams of a beautifully fitting elegant dress, with a shallow scoop neck, a low back and a knee skimming tight, pencil skirted bottom. The skirt part went magnificently, the top was ridiculous. For a long time now I have considered myself to have ample bosom, well I may have over estimated this by not one, not two, but TEN cup sizes! This dress is perfect for Jordan, should she decide that pastel yellow floral embossed dresses formerly known as curtains, are the 'in' thing.

The attempt, as it can only be referred to, remains in the bottom of my wardrobe at my parent's house, and the sewing machine has not been used since. Not because I am disheartened by my futile attempts to be Vivienne Westwood, but because I am now living in a much smaller house, so there simply isn't the room for my beautifully kitch sewing machine.

Despite this, I do believe that you would be proud of me if you only saw the dressing room I have made of the ex-lodger's lodgings! It is Laura Ashley perfect!