Shazza and me....

It is very much a case of shabby meets chic.

There I am in me black size 20 M&S bestest T-shirt, [that was dragged out of the tumble dryer, creased and very nearly dry].
I descended on me mate Sharon [Shazza] for our weekly get together to make suffink gorgeous. On arrival, I was met with the usual snog [on both cheeks] only to be asked.... “are you wearing aftershave Ang?” ...........bloomin eck........ Me!..... aftershave! .......As if…. Thinking back to the two bottles sitting on top the old mans all to cluttered bedside table….. erm .....I think it is D&G for women, ….. but secretly not knowing I may have picked up the wrong bottle?

Now remember that I have had a very quick bath and rushed out of the house with last weeks knickers hanging out of the bottom of me jeans...... hair soaking wet and no make-up, [never wear it anymore, well, the last thing I need is to be called up by the clown association again, and asked if I would be their "Face for Clowns anonymous"… no honest this has happened, believe me it has!]....... anyhow........... off I trundle in the car that has been in need of a wash and blow dry at the local "Tesco stitch you up for all your money while we take over the world….Mwahhhhhhhahahaha” stores. I get to the house Half hour late, and I'm dying for a cuppa coffee, only to be asked if I have got men's aftershave on!………. Bugger..... I do hope not.

Now me mate Shazza always makes people feel good about themselves, she will go out of her way to make you feel comfortable within your own body…… well that’s how she makes others feel, Me, I always feel like the poor relation, she don’t do it deliberately but her bluntness makes me squirm, like today, coming in stinking of aftershave she asks, while your hairs wet, lets cut it off! ........See in her mind she is making it all better?..... to me, she has seen the hastily half-washed out conditioner, that is shouting from my head “PLEASE RE-RINSE ME”..... she has an inner knowledge off whats wrong with me! maybe because i am always asking .... “whats wrong with me?????”……wail.

So out come the shears and off comes me, over frizzed, over heated, totally awful, neglected hair , within two minutes of the scissors coming out something else had come in and taken her mind away from and off my coiffure! fearing for the safety of my ears I grip the sides of the chair and stay perfectly still, After what seems like an age of her gesticulating with comb and scissors......... her focus is back on me barnet…..Phew.............. Thank God…..
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Shazza is a Gorgeous Sleek woman who has Ghoochi Eyes, when she crys, Diamonds tears cascade down her cheeks, while grime drips from mine. She has a solid gold spoon shoved up her nostril ..........unlike the McDonalds plassie one I have shoved up mine.

She knows the difference between Harrods and Harry's corner shop, she is a woman who has traveled further than Saffend, she has danced on sandy beaches in in warm humid country's with tall drinks that hold passion and suffistication. while the only dance I have done was the “Boots up side your head” at me sisters wedding in 1984.
Can you see, there is a pattern emerging now, aint there?

Don’t get me wrong I would never change shazza for the world, [and not just because cant afford a real hairdresser] she is always there for me and holds me up when I fall, she has been a real rock in the foundations of my semi detached council house lifestyle.

There are few people on this earth that you really gel with, me and shazza are super glued in the life of cruel friendships.

Now where is that sticky stuff remover.......................... *smile*

Wedding fingy watzit

Random Pictures.

Oh Look pretties............................................ lol

This is a picture of the rain.................. nice init.................. lol

After the big question

[the one where she said yes.... keep up...sheesh]

Dan organised an engagement party!

This is Tasha [being held up by Danielle] they had spent the whole day messing up my craft stuff with their ......erm.... mess............. sheesh they only had to make 50ish Engagement cards, nearly ruined my scissors, i don't like no-one touching me stuff! but being the mother of the engaged woman i had to let her and her mate use me stuff............ i am still trying to get over it....*swoon*

Then there was the actual day, it rained and all the decorations got wetted! all the pretties looked like sodden rags [and that was before they got wet!].

All my mates from the shabby chic forum donated decorations for the big day, all the things they sent, made the day more special for Danielle and Beany.





There was much checking that the beer was OK, they were lining up to test it, i think beany was on his 5Th pint by the time i took this picture, Anthony is about to beat him over the head with a big stick, he waited so long for his turn.

All was well that day, Beany and Danielle had the time of their lives.

*I love you both*

But NEVER touch me craft stuff again.................... ever.......... Mummy

Absent minded cook.

OK i ain't no Nigella but the family had an unexpectedly nice meal tonight!
I cooked up some chicken with onions and a few spices......... Chili powder........ Ginger.... Capsicum powder ......... mustard seeds.
It was all delish, i had some good comments.......... "um mum, this is really lovely, what did you do different" and "You have excelled yourself this time mum" etc etc............. now this is acclaim indeed from my family!
My usual bumble round the kitchen sometimes gets me a "Fanx mum" so because of the *Niceness* of the said dinner, i decided to investigate.
Now, i really should wear me glasses when i am cooking because i made a few mistakes tonight! Instead of putting Chili powder Ginger capsiwosit & Chinese fivespice in.............. i put in ....... Cinnamon........... Nutmeg .................... and Cloves........oh and i did sling abit of Ginger in... well who would have thunked it, Delish!
I don't spose i should tell them............ whajafink............ lol