My daughter, A, is going to France next week to stay with a French family. So, today we have been clothes shopping in town, in all the shops I avoided for so many years. All the High Street clothes shops with loud, blaring music. (makes me sound middle-aged, I know, but I have so many memories of "fashion disasters" of years ago that those crowded boutiques don't do much for me.
Anyway, we came away with several pairs of Dolly shoes, a jacket and some accessories and even some gifts for the family.
A jewelled compact for the mum, a Mini mug for the Dad, and a football scarf and some Uncle Joes Mint Balls for the French correspondent (he's a boy. There were no girls left) from a delightful shop called Past Times.
A capuccino for me and a hot chocolate loaded with cream and marshmallows for A, and we finally left.
But not before popping in to the book shop for Revision Guides (it's exam time soon) where I found myself drawn to a book about Dita Von Teese.
Only momentarily, though. She just looks so stylish and stunning. Oh well, back to the cooking.
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Oddly someone just got me a signed copy of a Dita pic as a gift. And I once bid on a plaster cast of her breasts painted by the lady herself (for a charity auction) only to be outdone by a man who looked distinctly seedy. She is quite fabulous though...
Yeah, she reminds me of the women of film noir. That plaster cast must be worth a fortune!
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