Today I’m wearing:
- The Dress;
- a Tilly and the Buttons Miette skirt what I made myself;
- the leopard print shoes that my Nan was admiring, even more so when I told her they’re M&S in origin.
There was a tiny minor wardrobe malfunction on the way to the station this morning. This is a wrap skirt, which means you literally wrap it round you and tie it. No zips or buttons or any fastenings. This means that the back of the skirt is in 2 pieces. On my brisk walk to the station (the closest I could get to running in leopard print flats with no grip. Yes, the leopard print affects my speed) one of the back pieces rode up and tucked itself under my coat. I didn’t notice until I was walking into the station.
I’m not upset about the fact that 2 hen parties and lots of tourists saw my pants- it happened, they can’t unsee these things- but that no-one told me that I’d lost half my skirt. Where was the compassion? Where was the love? It’s at times like these I despair of humanity.
I had a lovely time at the gig last night. My brother C came too and it was good bouncy fun. Apart from when I got terrible hiccups; I had visions of being interviewed aged 95, still hiccuping. I’m not melodramatic at all. They did stop after a while, but it was still very worrying.
Today was Mothering Sunday, which in olden times meant you returned to your mother church and so were reunited with your mother (thank you, Countryfile) but today means just buying your mum a card and some flowers*. So today I went back to my motherland and my mum. This is Jude:
We don’t look at all alike- the Rushby is strong in my family- but I think we’re quite similar in temperament. Both worriers, both fond of red wine, both would rather spend money on books than food. She’s won the Guardian Cryptic Crossword competition, travelled the world, knows a lot about a lot of things, and she’s my biggest fan and most avid follower. She takes her motherly supporting duties very seriously- sometimes I wonder if her friends really want to read my ramblings- and it’s much appreciated.
This is her mum, my Nan: