Disco divas and designer shopping

This morning the Infants Choir were singing again - here.
It certainly cheered up some grumpy Christmas shoppers to see those sweet little faces and hear those fabulous voices. Each year groups from several schools in the Southampton area sing at West Quay to raise money for Hamphire Autistic Society.

Whilst I had to be in town I decided I may as well do a bit of shopping.

Where better than Primarni. That great designer establishment that many of us in the UK flock to for our exclusive fashion purchases.

A very funny lady who I used to work with always looked beautifully dressed and very designer and glam. If any of us said 'Ooh, I love that dress!' (as we very often did) she would reply 'Yes, it's Primarni daaarling!' or 'Matalano darling!'. Hi Jayne - you know who you are!!!

Here are some of my exclusive purchases:

Socks to be made into a something or other creature for Minxie.

My new smocky dress thing to wear with my jeans. First person in the school playground who asks if I'm pregnant will be sorry!

Some princessy school disco shoes for Minx - complete with hefty price tag!!


I ventured into Pumpkin Patch and depressed myself by looking at the oh so beautiful little girl's clothes - all of which are currently out of my price range :(

I even came home thinking I should start looking for a job again. All I want is a well paid term time only job 9.30-2.30 with time off for all the kids' school stuff, plus no questions asked extra days off when the kids are sick, oh and unlimited daytime internet access for that all important blogging and a cleaner, cook, dog walker and laundry maid. Surely that's not too much to ask?

Either that or I'll get round to opening an etsy shop, become a millionaire and take early retirement. Sorry, nodded off there for a minute and had a lovely dream!!!

In preparation for early retirement I played with an apple in an attempt to formulate an idea for teacher's presents. I may try to combine this and this for an apple for the teacher type theme - it's a thought at the moment so don't hold me to it!!



I've just got back from 'helping' at Monster's school disco where the girl's tried to look cool and pretend they knew all the steps and the boys ran round like caffeinated headless chickens. Nice to know they are getting their gender roles established so early - as they will find out, nothing changes ;)

Tomorrow I plan to make a dozen table mats for a present. Maybe.

I need a list.

Here goes:
Before Monday:
Get everything together for Friday's craft stall, including camping tables out of loft (!).
Get small change from bank for the above.
Sew buttons onto seven reading pillows.
Buy cheapo Tesco value pillows (£1.50!!! - possibly made by nimble fingered Chinese sweat shop workers who evidently only need to earn 10p a week, for making 12,000 pillows, according to the price of the finished article).
Get a conscience.still working on it
Make cushion pads for reading pillows out of Tesco value pillows.
Make twelve table mats.
Make three needle felted somethings decided not to do these.
Put together food hamper for Dad's Christmas present.
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Wrap family Christmas presents to be taken up to Birmingham on Monday.

Before Christmas:
Write a gazillion Christmas cards - 'cos I have, like, soooooooo many friends man.
Make 3 children's aprons.
Make a dozen mince pies x 152!!!!
Make 2 fabric scarves.
Make 1 plaited scarf.
Make a sock creature.
Make another 12 table mats - twice.
Maybe make 3 soft toys - maybe not.
Make spare plain cushion cover for one of reading pillows to avoid strangulation risk to 21 month old nephew.
Possibly make a poppy-appliqued cushion - possibly not.
Sew up and stuff a knitted Monkee that has been finished for an embarrassing number of weeks.
Finish crocheting Sausage Monster's blanket.
Label roasted onion indigestion inducing chutney to be given away as gifts (!)
Open an etsy shop - plastering it all over my blog at every opportunity to coerce folk into making frivolent purchases and afford me the luxury of millionaire status and an early retirement.
Buy DH a present of some description.
Buy my children some Christmas presents.
Make another 12 dozen mince pies.
Make teachers' presents - 4 coasters, 2 Dammit Dolls, 2 corsages.
Make bag and purse order.
Make my niece's birthday present - sock creature and messenger bag.
Add other items to list as they pop into my befuddled mind.


Oh good, I feel so much better now I've done that - mmmmmm!

Edited to say: just reread this and would like to reassure you that I do not in fact have some sort of advertising deal with several well known retailers.
1. I was trying to be helpful for those of you who either do not live in the UK, eschew all things of a commercial nature or haven't a clue what I'm whittering on about!
2. I don't get out much. When I do it is evidently a cause for a bit of shameless name-dropping.
(don't even get me started on Hypervalue or the 99p shop!!!!! ( to think that just a few short, well paid, months ago I was an M&S girl) (oh dear, done it again!!).