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In 1999, after a couple of years fiddling with that blogging thing on various other people's domains, I thought I had enough things to say to merit my very own corner of this here interweb. In 2007, I suddenly ran out of ammo. Thankfully, that didn't last forever... So, I'm back. Still not dead yet. Like a phoenix from the ashes. Behold.
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May 30, 2006
:: of muumuus and lard ::
I’m now in a panic because I’m going to The Mansion this weekend which will presumably dictate the wearing of skimpy clothing and perhaps even a [gasp] bikini. And what with all the roast dinners I’ve been eating and the lager I was guzzling right up until the weekend, my belly has developed a style of movement all its own (a la Santa Clause) and I’m bulging out of all but my most elasticated clothing like a bountiful tub of top-quality lard. Or perhaps duck fat. I don’t suppose it’s possible to lose a stone in a week, is it? No, thought not.
So, plan B: spend the entire weekend in a voluminous silk Kaftan or Muumuu (what is the difference, really, anyway?), turban and ginormous shades, carrying a telescoping cigarette holder in one hand and a martini in the other, channelling Joan Crawford, Rosalind Russell or the 40s Hollywood Diva of your choice.
Does anyone know where I can get a muumuu, stat?