Yesterday dawned bright and clear in Wales and for about five hours we had the perfect weather which saw Wales at its best – clear blue skies, fantastic views of the mountains, crystal waters and so, after finally retrieving the washing from the launderette, we went to the beach. Whilst there I acquired two things – a black eye (or more accurately a black temple) and two strips of sunburn just at the point where my jeans finished – so really it’s three things in total but that would be splitting hairs.
After coming home last night this morning I went to the beauticians to get my eyebrows sorted as they had taken on a life of their own. I asked Ange, the beautician, to be careful as my eye was sore. She took one look at the bruising and said “Oh, how did you do that, have you had botox?” Botox? Crikey, do people really pay to look that bad before looking less wrinkly? I had no idea. But no – nothing as “glamourous” as that for me. My bruising came totally free of charge as a result of my head getting in the way of a low flying tennis ball. That will teach me to play with the kids on the beach. Reading Grazia is a much safer way of passing the time.
Today I thought that I would introduce the new Jigsaw lace trousers (£139) which I bought a couple of weeks ago to wear at the style event that I was doing. With the chilly weather and my fair skin, I felt that some new trousers would be a much better investment than a summer dress.
Having bought these trousers, I then read about them in Easy Living, where they featured in an article about the perfect capsule wardrobe which, apparently, contains 30 pieces. Under the heading “Party Fabulous” it says “Lace is the perfect fabric for a more tailored, formal pair of trousers that will supplement your jeans. Jigsaw’s cropped ones are just the thing.” So far so good.
However in the Times Magazine today, Hilary Rose talked about her quest for the perfect pair of cropped trousers and this is what she had to say about them:
“I thought, before I tried them on, that Jigsaw’s Circle broderie anglaise trousers would be The Ones, but I looked like Coco the Clown in them. There’s no polite way to put this, so I will state simply that if you have chunky thighs, they could be just the thing.”
Chunky thighs? Well thanks Hilary. Up until then I quite liked my Jigsaw trousers, circle broderie anglaise and all, but now I’m not so sure. Every time I look at them I know that I’m going to think “Aha, there’s those trousers that women with CHUNKY THIGHS can wear.” Oh, that would be me then because let me tell you, there’s not a lot of spare room in the thigh area. In fact there’s none at all, which is why I change into my jeans when I have to drive in them. So maybe she’s right after all.
I knew that the perfect opportunity to console myself was about to arise as we were going to a friend’s house for afternoon tea. From previous experience I knew that there would be lots of cake and my friend didn’t disappoint. It was like going into the hummingbird bakery only better, with chocolate cake, carrot cake, scones, millionaires shortbread and trifle. I’ve told her that should she decide to give up her day job of being a highly skilled doctor in order to make cakes, that would be fine. Generous of me or what?!
The sun was out but the wind was cold so I needed a jacket not only to keep me warm but so that I could put lots of layers underneath and anyway, thanks to the two red strips of sunburn, I couldn’t have worn a dress even if I had wanted to. I took nude block heeled sandals to change into once there but as the youngest was on her scooter, I felt that converse were need for safety on our journey.
So it’s been an eventful few days – not only have I acquired a black eye and two strips of sunburn, apparently I have also acquired a pair of chunky thighs as well. Life just keeps on getting better.