Infamy at last

I say infamy, as apparently you are the spawn of the devil if, god forbid, you should get up 5 mins earlier in the morning and bother to put on clean clothes that match and fit (if they're from this season, that should probably earn you a public flogging), brush your hair and, gasp, put make up on.  This is according to your average Daily Mail reader (Mother - wasn't you, was it?) in an article that was published yesterday. 

I was fortunate in that as I only had a mention (but a pretty flattering mention at that I think!), I dodged a bullet with regards to the vitriol that was spouted at the lovely girls who were featured in the article (with bloody successful blogs I'd like to point out)  I know they are more than sensible enough to realise what an utter pile of tripe some people come out with.  Why people would bother to read an article in which they clearly have no interest and then take time to comment on a subject with obviously bores them to tears, is beyond me.  So long as their comments have made them feel bigger people eh?  

To some people the world of fashion will always be offensively shallow.  To others it's an interest, to some it's a hobby and to other's it's a way to make a living.  I am now fortunate enough to be pursuing the latter and judging by the feedback I've had to starting a business, there are a lot of women out there who are as "shallow" as me and are interested in and care about the way they look.  Not exactly a surprise though, considering the volume of fashion magazines that adorn our shelves and the phenomenal turnover in general of the fashion industry.  I wouldn't dream of judging someone else's interest, hobby or blog with the same level of spite quoted by some of the commentators on the Daily Mail website.  Anyone would think that mothers who are interested in their appearance are a brand new species.  Not sure how we are any more shallow or pathetic than the plethora of 18 to 28 year olds who blog about their interest in fashion.  Oh hang on, they don't have children who will be scarred for life by the fact their mothers don't wear a tracksuit for the school run.  

But, at the end of the day, each to their own.  Wouldn't it be a dull world if we all sang from the same hymn book?

I would, however, just like to point out that since my children are up generally at 6am and we don't leave for the school run until 8.30, they're not exactly starved for my attention in the morning.  In fact I actually would have time to go to the hairdressers for a blow dry, come back and still earn Brownie points by making pancakes for breakfast. (actually I should also point out that I am all smoke and mirrors and in reality, a total grubby article, as I haven't washed my hair since having it cut on Saturday and probably won't till I go out on Thursday night.  Get a load of that!).  But  maybe I should try and fit in World Peace one morning instead of finding a scarf to match my jacket........

Now back to business and what a strange day.  There was this random yellow thing in the sky for quite a lot of the day and I managed to legitimately wear sunglasses for the first time in as long as I can remember.  I'm thinking we should all bow down and worship at the altar of the print jean as it was clearly them that made the difference.  

Yes, I finally plucked up the courage to bare my Primark wonders to the public.  And am I impressed with them? Hell yes.  Fab fit, wore them all day and they didn't bag in the slightest.  For the princely sum of £13.  Plus two people came up to me (both in Whistles) and asked where they were from and were shocked at my (slightly smug) answer.  If anyone is in the market for a pair, get thyselves to Primark and get trying them on - they did have a great selection a couple of weeks ago and I would imagine they've only got more now.  If we all wear them, surely it will be 80 degrees and wall to wall sunshine come Friday.

White longline ribbed vest - Joseph

Natural rectangle linen jumper - The White Company

Floral jeans - Primark

Apricot and oatmeal tassel scarf - Mint Velvet

Gold pine cones necklace - NW3 by Hobbs

Tan leather and rivet cuff - Mulberry

Chestnut peep toe lace up heel boots - Kurt Geiger

Chestnut battered cross body bag - Campomaggi from Plumo

Sunglasses - Tom Ford

Am going to remain optimistic and crack open another Spring item from the wardrobe tomorrow. Just call me crazy!

A very quick lust of the day to finish off with.  I'm sure we haven't had a bag in ages - and we certainly haven't had a summer bag, so whilst I could quite happily blog about the entire range of Mulberry beauties that are about this Summer (I am saving myself for the launch of the Del Ray mind you.....) I've found a far more economical number that I'm keeping my eye on (should we ever get a bloody Summer)

This is it from the Cos website

And I will concur that it looks like diddly squat in the pics.   I wouldn't have given it a second glance had I just seen it on the website.  But in real life - a completely different kettle of fish.  Utterly gorgeous.  Beautiful shade of light tan, stunning buttery leather and a gorgeous size.  Altogether a pretty perfect Spring/Summer bag.  Here's a photo I took of it which I think demonstrates (despite the abysmal pic quality. Again) how much better it is in the flesh.

To finish, I'd just like to say a thank you to all those who do read my blog, who follow me and who comment.  Clearly there are some of you out there who do enjoy reading my shallow drivel.  I love reading your comments and will always try and respond to them.  Please do feel free to comment on the blog or alternatively email me on doesmybumlook40@gmail.com with any queries or comments.  I am in the process of trying to put together a Facebook Page but with my technical ability being non-existant, please don't hold your breath.  Thank you xxxx

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