My mother always said if you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all. So she may not approve of this post.
I have nothing particularly nice to say, except that IJ has taken to wearing a mini skirt and heels around the house, both given to her by a younger (surprisingly) friend. I’d include an image here but it really isn’t appropriate.
Obviously I don’t approve of this new look, especially when it is teamed with a selection of necklaces and plastic ear-rings. She is still seven after all; however, I have to admit that it is nice to watch her growing up, finding her own identity and slightly questionable sense of style.
I, meanwhile, have a knock-out headache brought on by a number of different factors, all of which will pass in time. On the roller-coaster of life this is one of those downs, but it will pass too, as it always does.
So when it comes to nice, entertaining posts, this falls into the category of ‘doesn’t say a great deal but at least we know she’s still here.’
I’d have included an image here of the fabulous Colin Firth collecting his Oscar because he’s very lovely, but it would probably have cost me a fortune to buy the image.
So the thought was there, because I’m nice like that. Occasionally.
