The Sky At Night.

See where the sky turns light pink? Underneath, is where the sky meets the sea. I was given this dress by a very kind friend. I nearly cried with joy, shallow I know, but come on, it's Jenny Packham. It is snake skin sequins, very lush to wear, and did I mention it is snake skin mofo sequins? A gem in my collection for sure.

Who needs reality phase one, when books are about?

This picture made it in because it made me laugh just how bad it is.

2 of the best tats ever?

My friend found these pictures on the net, and passed them on to me because he knew they would procure a laugh from me. Oddee have some of the funniest tat pictures I have seen. The link is in fellow braindancing bloggers. The smoke coming through the dolphin's blow hole, and is that an blue owl peeking it's head round the corner?

The unicorn one reminds me of Peekasso.

So, I was thinking today about the lack of appreciation for fine looking, funny looking men. Why is that? I am far more receptive to a man that looks like a man, girlie boys do not cut it on the planet I am from. I have compiled a visual list.
I was looking at coilhouse blog, they did a list a while back, but there was not a brown face on it. Strange.This man is so fine, easy on my eye, and so seriously funny. My music teacher in year 7 used to say "boys, marks out of ten? I would give her one" This phrase applies here.Here is a midget of pure sex. I am allowed to make that statement, because according to the chart in Dr Julian's office, we are the same height. Purple rain in all it's glory. For me to want to put a donk on him though, I would need a time machine. The beards he sports these days are just too cultivated for my tastes. Intensity at it's best I reckon. Read a Michel Faber book if you do not get it. Plus, I am a sucker for a strong nose. So very overlooked and forgotten for his insane contribution to the world of hip hop. Was all about Jazzy Jeff for me whilst watching the fresh prince. Look at the size of his forehead, pure brain, with a lot of dance in it. Is capable of scaring the shiezer out of me, but still I would. Klaus Kinski is one freaky looking man, but hard to turn away from.
Again, time machine needed, but try to deny the quality steez of Egyptian lover in his hay day.
A fist full of dynamite changed my life, here is one of the reasons.
Kool mo dee was able to rock tight leather like no other. Fresh. A new contender coming in strong, Jason Statham aka Fuck you Chelios!

Pictures were found on the internet, I do not know who's they are.

I really managed to embarrass myself on here the other day, with somebody I have never met. Still a cringe factor when I email them about some leggings he is making me. If you read this, hi James @ Toomanytights.com. :0)
I emailed him at midnight, completely wazzed on wine, and started talking a load of shizer, you know the drill, seems really funny and on point, til you read it back to yourself in the cold light of day. Well, it gave him and his friends a chuckle, so all is not lost. Just my dignity.

The room was spinning as I wrote, most people would take that as an indication to put the laptop down, (I curse thee, wifi) but no, not I. I felt it imperative to inform said stranger of my ongoing affair with Joan Crawford.

Well, it is nearly as bad as my friend and I getting two 17 year old boys drunk in the park at 5pm (we were already drunk) on a Monday, but not quite as bad. I wish I could say it was years ago, but it was last month. Maybe, one day, I will have the balls to write about that. Saying that, I am nearly certain nobody reads these braindance musings, and I could pretty much get away with blurbing out anything, like the time I...

Things I am worrying about today and last night when I should have been sleeping.

Bees.
Swine flu.
My eldest daughter growing boobs.
The fact I turned down a weekend of raving, because I fear, I am getting old. The 7 hour drive in the back of a car, just to get there was making me think about my knees aching. O.L.D.
Man's need for total destruction.
That I am reading Sagan books too quickly. One of the best writers ever. Fact.
My narcissistic blogging.
Bees, again. Bees all through the day.
The fact that my mother actually believes in God, she is not just pretending.

Day Trip

Waiting for the bus.

Kirk Douglas chin.

This book is so very very good. I am a lifelong fan of Sagan. Thank you A.M, you are a queen.

Car boot jewels.

Granny Smith Love.

Apple Dribble.

Good job I like vests, because the black top is useless without one.

A well read woman is less of a problem-she knows more or less what to expect.

Even approaching 30, I have to sit at the back of the bus.The reason for my bus rides, champagne mofo, it's my friend's birthday.

Drunken ticket stamping.

Bus ride home.

Surely, the deal of the century, cheers co-op, you really know how to make one feel special.

My friend took this top quality picture at car boot on sunday

Car Booty

I wore this outfit to go to the car boot on sunday. Well, that day, I went to three car boots, because everybody in my family loves them, for different reasons. Being up at 7am is no big thing in our house, seeing as we have little ones, so why not wear them out in the morning and early afternoon, giving us some semblance of what Sunday's should really be like later on in the day? By that I mean day time drinking and cooking lush food.

The jacket is sisley, I love the cut and colour, and the thick wool of the jacket.

Jumper underneath is a little cashmere number with lush v-neck at front and back. I am to old to wear this sailor dress without it, nobody wants to see my boobs falling out when bending down to deal with the qualms of a child.

Dress is by a label called Alice through the looking glass, they make funny, irreverent & quirky pieces in quality jersey and lycra. Really good prices too.

Vibrant blue tabio tights, tabio are my go to tights on a day to day basis. The quality is insanely good, my 80 & 110 denier usually last around 4 years. http://tabio.com/uk/

Trainers by a company called keep. .
The badge was given to me by a submariner on a train ride back home. He gave it to me because I out drank his friend, yes, that's right, I out drank a sailor. A major highlight in my life that I am very proud of. (Sad I know, but I can not help it, it is in my genes to be proud of such achievements)I sat on the train with 3 submariners for 4 hours, and as if by magic, my usual tolerance for booze went sky high. It was as if I was able to soak up their drinking power by just being around them. I did get off the train at 4pm, and promptly lost the use of my legs, getting home from the station proved to be very interesting, with quite a few pit stops. They tried to get me to go to a strip club with them, told me I would have a great time, but I was able to see in my mind's eye the look on my husband's face if that had happened, going home totally slaughtered at 4pm was tricky enough.

The owl cuff I picked up at car boot, the expression of the owl makes me chuckle, very nice bendy silver fits the wrist. In the words of Borat, I like.

Maria Montessori

I have a lot of time for this lady, she should be talked about as a positive role model more often I reckon. She became the first accepted and recognised female doctor in Rome around 1896. She was not allowed to be in the same room as men whilst studying and cutting up dead bodies, so she had to go and do it by herself in the night time. How big are her metaphorical balls? Bigger than mine. After this, she went on to work with children everybody said were a lost cause, but the results she got were top quality. She helped so called retards pass state examinations in reading and writing, they passed with above average scores. So, she started up her own school, with it's own specialised way of teaching. This quote sums it up:

“Scientific observation has established that education is not what the teacher gives; education is a natural process spontaneously carried out by the human individual, and is acquired not by listening to words but by experiences upon the environment. The task of the teacher becomes that of preparing a series of motives of cultural activity, spread over a specially prepared environment, and then refraining from obtrusive interference. Human teachers can only help the great work that is being done, as servants help the master. Doing so, they will be witnesses to the unfolding of the human soul and to the rising of a New Man who will not be a victim of events, but will have the clarity of vision to direct and shape the future of human society”.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maria_Montessori

Her way of teaching is done all over the world, with varying degrees of success, I imagine that depends upon who is implementing it, but from my experience, children love and thrive within it. I sent my daughter to a montessori school for a while, only stopped because I moved from the area. I thought about sending her to one when we lived in London, but the people who ran it seemed liked top grade a-holes. Instead, I sent her to a school that was filled to the brim with all sorts of nationalities, was wicked. Her reception class was such a vibrant positive place to be. Turkish, Somalians, cockney, Pakistani, Jamaican, afghans, Hindu and Cornish. So lush.

This model was designed by Maria to help children grasp the importance and relevancy of colour theory.

A Story From My Wardrobe

So the narcissist in me is starting to show through my Internet musings, or has it before, and I just have not noticed until now? I always fall back on this dress in times of Psychological need. It makes me feel confident and suitably happy to go about my day. I have worn it to do the school run, much to the horror and amusement of others, to a barb bee queue, to the local shop to get milk and my favourite time wearing it was when I went to see Return to Forever in concert. One of the best nights of my life by the way. I adore the scratchy gold fabric, the lenght and the black military style top half.

It has to be worn with these shoes, which I picked up on ebay about 3 years ago. These shoes are pure Jamaican yardie gold dust. When I put them on and they do this unusual clicking noise as I walk, much lighter timbre than most shoes, a bit like grasshopper's, I come over all a bit more cocksure and flamboyant. They are the only shoes I own that can change my personality so drastically, suffice to say, they only come out on special days.