On Friday evening I went with my sister to a fundraising event for Breast Cancer Care and Dorothy House (our local hospice), which is a great cause and I was happy to go. She didn’t happen to mention before we went that it was a ladies only night (fine) with topless waiters… Now, I’m neither a prude nor someone who isn’t up for a bit of fun, but that truly is out of my comfort zone… I drove (in hindsight a mistake as a few glasses of wine probably would have made everything infinitely more amusing!!) and we did have a really good evening. My comment regarding the waiters is: fair play to them; they were volunteers and doing it for a good cause. I think that a number of them might possibly have thought about going to the gym for a couple of weeks leading up to it and a spray tan would have dealt with some of the more milk bottle coloured ones! I coped by looking them firmly in the eye at all times… This was us at about 1am…
Incidentally, I wore proper heels for the first time in six and a half years (since I broke my ankle) and while the ball of my feet hurt, my ankle didn’t. The sad thing is I have learned to love my comfy flats so no more posing in heels on a regular basis!
Then I painted my kitchen (no photos) and hung out with my sister who deserved but did not have a hangover!
Today I worked on Alveare:
Mollie cuddled my feet: