The reason being is that I have been on holidays in Cannes. Scuba diving the Great Barrier Reef. I WAS going to post photos and stuff but, me not having a camera (it drowned…not in the sea but in Rum), means I have to wait for other people’s happy snaps. Though I did have a flick through my Dad’s photos and I seem to always be fascinated by my dive computer. Almost every photo of me is snapped while staring at my wrist…never had one before, I was intrigued.
I’ll hopefully make a post on my holiday some time soon.
On my return my boots were waiting for me…I whipped those babies on as fast as…well, as fast as I could, I mean their thigh highs with laces and buckles…does take some time. And though I could get them on and had a little personal parade they were too small…so they were sent back and I’m waiting, once again…though wearing them to work might be questionable. I mean, in the photos they pass the knees but don’t go much further, once I put them on I realised that, for the photos, they use tall women…something I’m not…and a mate mentioned that a bigger size might mean travelling further up the leg…this could be very interesting. So outfit selection could be semi stressful. I was given one good idea that I want to try out, though, no point until the boots arrive...again.
Other than dealing with my fantasy footwear, I’ve re-done my hair (a week in salt water lead to interesting results)…insert photo taking, time wasting moment…
Ta-Dar!
The hairdresser convinced me that all over pink was not the way to go...something about re-growth which I did have issues with...I wish there was more pink though...arr well. Once I get sick of the pink I think I'll go red...don't hold me on it...I like changing my mind.
So it’s finally fu*ken Friday…WINTER MAGIC FESTIVAL tomorrow (Katoomba – max temp 11○C)…I’m hoping to “borrow” my Dad’s camera so I can take some photo’s…I really have to get myself another camera…one that can withstand backstroke through hard liquor (“Liquor? Don’t even know her”…lol).
