Last week, I turned 39. Still, I am looking fierce and fabulous so not too worried about the effects of the years passing me by. Especially as I received a top up from "Beau"tox as the forehead was not quite as frozen as I like it .
As usual he was looking more than dashingly handsome, he was drop dead gorgeous. Thing is readers, in the past 2 weeks there have been some interesting developments with him. He now sends me text messages signed off with "x" and at varying times of the day - like Midnight, which I am positive despite my being blonde, are not the usual times of salutation to sign off with to your clients.
Last week, during my top up, the gorgeous Doctor asked if he could book a "session" with me - he meant a reading.
Shame I had a different type of session altogether planned in my head. Anway, it has been arranged for Wednesday of this week ................................... at his apartment.
He also texted to say we could look at "webstyles etc x " and that he is looking forward to it . Not as much as me ! DING DONG !
My friend who works in HR management in the NHS has told me he has to stop doing my Botox after my visit due to the Code of Conduct.
Stuff the Code of Conduct, I am more interested in his bedside manner.
Anyway, I am beyond excited although I have to admit as confident, arrogant and immodest as I usually am about my mediumship abilities, I am worried that in my excitement about seeing him at his apartment, I will get stagefright.
Can you imagine the shame ????
L-C here is also wondering whether he will have a card or pressie for me as he is such a gentleman despite nearly taking my eye out last week with a hyperdermic needle when doing the top up as we were both giggling so much, I actually had to get him to stop until we composed ourselves. I did receive a very apologetic text from him late on my birthday wishing me all the best and that his memory is "shit" that is why he had not sent wishes earlier.
For the record, he looked even better than the 1st lot of botox. He had stubble (so much more than sexy) and rather cool t shirt (fitted him perfectly) jeans and casual shoes.
At one point I had to ask him to turn the air con up - I acutally said " it is hot in here" cliche I know - truth ? Yes, not sure if it was him or the heat.
Therefore, Wednesday 1st July could see the start of something very fresh and exciting.
Of course, I mean my website - as he is really into designing it and getting it up and running for me. He has told me the domain name I want is free and explained some other things to me, I feigned interest and pretended I understood what he meant.
He also said I need to think about some points about myself for the "About us" page.
What about this for starters ?
Fabulous
Talented
Great psychic and mediumship ability
Frozen forehead
Has a hot Doctor to adminster Botox
Watch this space ........................... Only One More Sleep .............................
Tuesday 30 June 2009
Monday 15 June 2009
Alter Ego
Recently, I got a new part time job with a fantastic British Make Up brand called Illamasqua.
The brand is all about exploring your alter ego and self expression. It is amazing. The pigment in it is so heavy the products just last all day - awesome.
I work part time as a make up artist readers, as well as doing my psychic work.
Anyway, we had 3 days training at a swanky hotel. The last day was finished off with ice cold champagne - I love the job already !
On the day the counter was opening at Debenhams Cardiff, we were all dressing as Burlesque dancers.
Dolce pencil high waisted pencil skirt, fabulous belt, black top, incredible fascinator and fish net tights. Could not find my stockings anywhere ! Damn !
The weather was foul the day we opened, the heavens expressed their alter ego and opened with a torrential downpour.
I had a lift into work and was teetering along in new shoes - just for work - no flats please on counter - this brand is glamour, glamour, glamour !
Working all day in heels - pain, pain, pain.
Anyway, I thought it was rather drafty around the legs. I put this down to a drop in temperature due to the rain.
I heard the voice of my lovely colleague Miss C, calling me and running to catch up with me.
Then she shrieked "L-C, Your bum is showing."
The Dolce skirt zip (which goes all the way up the back of skirt) had come undone right to the top , no wonder it was drafty !
I was mortified, showing my buttocks in full gusset fishnet tights - not even stockings ! Everybody knows, we cannot operate and exude all out sexiness on a full gusset.
Start as one means to go on , I say.
I certainly got into my alter ego - running semi naked in the rain through town.
We were after all, Illamasqua Burlesque girls. Two birds with one stone - self expression and a little strip tease.
FABULOUS !!!
MWAH !!
Since that day, Illamasqua has captivated me. I love the work, the colleagues, the products and the brand.
Get yourself into the counter NOW - for the best products there are !
I have to say, I came across a rather naughty customer the other day. She was a woman of a certain age and had come down from West Wales with her rather glam friend to shop for the day .
They were asking me about lip products and were finding some of the lipstick names amusing .....
"filth"
"corrupt"
"encounter"
"tramp"
etc..
and the best is yet to come (pardon the pun when you read on)
"climax"
The glam one was buying a lipgloss in "electrify" and the one lady of a certain age....
"I will have a CLIMAX, in any colour"
YOU GO GIRL!
What a minx !!!
I do love a bit of "filth" from a "corrupt" woman.
How "salacious" !
The brand is all about exploring your alter ego and self expression. It is amazing. The pigment in it is so heavy the products just last all day - awesome.
I work part time as a make up artist readers, as well as doing my psychic work.
Anyway, we had 3 days training at a swanky hotel. The last day was finished off with ice cold champagne - I love the job already !
On the day the counter was opening at Debenhams Cardiff, we were all dressing as Burlesque dancers.
Dolce pencil high waisted pencil skirt, fabulous belt, black top, incredible fascinator and fish net tights. Could not find my stockings anywhere ! Damn !
The weather was foul the day we opened, the heavens expressed their alter ego and opened with a torrential downpour.
I had a lift into work and was teetering along in new shoes - just for work - no flats please on counter - this brand is glamour, glamour, glamour !
Working all day in heels - pain, pain, pain.
Anyway, I thought it was rather drafty around the legs. I put this down to a drop in temperature due to the rain.
I heard the voice of my lovely colleague Miss C, calling me and running to catch up with me.
Then she shrieked "L-C, Your bum is showing."
The Dolce skirt zip (which goes all the way up the back of skirt) had come undone right to the top , no wonder it was drafty !
I was mortified, showing my buttocks in full gusset fishnet tights - not even stockings ! Everybody knows, we cannot operate and exude all out sexiness on a full gusset.
Start as one means to go on , I say.
I certainly got into my alter ego - running semi naked in the rain through town.
We were after all, Illamasqua Burlesque girls. Two birds with one stone - self expression and a little strip tease.
FABULOUS !!!
MWAH !!
Since that day, Illamasqua has captivated me. I love the work, the colleagues, the products and the brand.
Get yourself into the counter NOW - for the best products there are !
I have to say, I came across a rather naughty customer the other day. She was a woman of a certain age and had come down from West Wales with her rather glam friend to shop for the day .
They were asking me about lip products and were finding some of the lipstick names amusing .....
"filth"
"corrupt"
"encounter"
"tramp"
etc..
and the best is yet to come (pardon the pun when you read on)
"climax"
The glam one was buying a lipgloss in "electrify" and the one lady of a certain age....
"I will have a CLIMAX, in any colour"
YOU GO GIRL!
What a minx !!!
I do love a bit of "filth" from a "corrupt" woman.
How "salacious" !
Thursday 4 June 2009
WAGS & DAGS
Recently I was dining at one of Cardiff's contemporary restaurants in the Bay, called Mimosa. Great service and even better food.
It was described in a well known national paper as "the restaurant to watch in Wales". I agree - just don't watch the other diners too often due to their fashion faux pas's.
I was there on Good Friday with my friend Laura. Laura and I had done the essential texting each other of the "What are you wearing?" and we both had decided on something fabulous and suitable for Mimosa.
I was in limited edition Gold Doc Marten boots, wet look leggings, and a vintage ladies tuxedo, Dolce & Gabbana bag and lashings of Chanel No 5 with cosmetics courtesy of MAC and YSL.
Laura had great accessories, sparkly gorgeous top, incredible skinny jeans and lovely shoes.
The restaurant was full with people having a wonderful time, the ambience was right and the food we had was excellent.
Then the evening was almost ruined . I was looking around to see who was in the restaurant, presuming as they were eating in Mimosa they would have impeccable taste.
Could I have been more wrong ? No !
I spotted a couple. The man had a touch of Richard Gere about him. Salt and pepper grey hair, dressed smart casual, quite Ralph Lauren, classic and preppy.
I know, I know, his wife must be a dreamboat.
Trust me Cardiff's answer to Richard Gere did not have Cardiff's answer to "Pretty Woman" with him.
It was a good job we were between courses, otherwise I think I would have choked on my food.
Firstly, I spotted fashion faux pas number 1 - a scrunchie in the hair. Then, fashion faux pas number 2 - a FLEECE!
A FLEECE AT DINNER ! Had the woman lost her mind ?????
I would not wear a fleece to walk the dog.
My male divorced friend told me in no uncertain terms that if his wife had come downstairs dressed in a fleece to go to dinner, he would have ordered in.
Chris Bonington, Antartic Explorers, Outdoor Pursuits Instructors - I understand, believe me I do - they have their uses and appropriate locations to be worn in but fleeces are not restaurant suited unless on top of an Alpine mountain.
NOT in Mimosa at the dinner table.
A few days later, I was chatting to a friend who I told about the fleece moment at Mimosa. I was horrified and understandably quite angry that she had the gall to make such an understated effort, after the stress of what Laura and I went through in the decision making process on what we would wear in order that we looked as fabulous as possible.
My friend told me that if I was in a bad mood, as she did not believe that all my angst was directed at fleece woman, then I had to take it out on the right person.
I do occasionally listen to friend's advice, the next day, I texted the useless guy I was dating and told him that
"Men are supposed to take the lead in dating, frankly at present you seem incapable of taking my dog's lead and taking her out"
Then I went on to say that dating him was like pulling teeth i.e. NOT a lot of fun.
Hence, I took fashion angst out on Mr Dance DJ, who looked like he could do with a few nights dining at Mimosa as he was so thin. To be honest it was a relief that I got shot if him, I never liked his teeth anyway.
Ladies, take note, NEVER date a man with thinner thighs than yourselves, it will end in tears.
Anyway, some weeks later, I was working out at the gym with my fabulous in her 50's friend, who does not look in body or face anywhere near her age , she is in amazing nick and has exquisite taste.
She had gone to neighbours that weekend for a barbecue and some other neighbours had gone there too.
She went on to tell me that the other neighbours they had not met before, were quite something. The woman, apparently, not a scrap of make-up on the face, hair that had not seen a brush, product, hairdresser or colour since Adam was boy. From the description it sounded like one of those women that the FBI rescue from evil polygamous religious cults in America when they come out with middle partings and streaks of grey in the most boring hair colour known to man , looking completely washed out .
Fabulous friend, was asked how her very succesful hubby had come to Cardiff as he was English. Fab friend, told Mrs No Make-up, that he had gone to University there and played Rugby for Cardiff and also cricket for Glamorgan.
FF joked that as it was quite some time ago, she was the original WAG.
Do you know what non make-up lady retorted
"Well you've got enough bling for it! "
Luckily fab friend found the funny side.
I guess Bling to this particular lady would have been holding the Baked potato in foil on her lap at the BBQ.
My guess is her daughter eats at Mimosa dressed in unsuitable clothes.
I know what I would rather be described as it always has to be WAG in lieu of DAG.
Guess what ? BBQ guest's choice of clothes amongst others for that evening .......
Yes, she too had a fleece !
Leave the fleece on the sheep ladies, or to the mountain dwellers.
I rest my case.
WAGS and DAGS - never the twain shall meet.
It was described in a well known national paper as "the restaurant to watch in Wales". I agree - just don't watch the other diners too often due to their fashion faux pas's.
I was there on Good Friday with my friend Laura. Laura and I had done the essential texting each other of the "What are you wearing?" and we both had decided on something fabulous and suitable for Mimosa.
I was in limited edition Gold Doc Marten boots, wet look leggings, and a vintage ladies tuxedo, Dolce & Gabbana bag and lashings of Chanel No 5 with cosmetics courtesy of MAC and YSL.
Laura had great accessories, sparkly gorgeous top, incredible skinny jeans and lovely shoes.
The restaurant was full with people having a wonderful time, the ambience was right and the food we had was excellent.
Then the evening was almost ruined . I was looking around to see who was in the restaurant, presuming as they were eating in Mimosa they would have impeccable taste.
Could I have been more wrong ? No !
I spotted a couple. The man had a touch of Richard Gere about him. Salt and pepper grey hair, dressed smart casual, quite Ralph Lauren, classic and preppy.
I know, I know, his wife must be a dreamboat.
Trust me Cardiff's answer to Richard Gere did not have Cardiff's answer to "Pretty Woman" with him.
It was a good job we were between courses, otherwise I think I would have choked on my food.
Firstly, I spotted fashion faux pas number 1 - a scrunchie in the hair. Then, fashion faux pas number 2 - a FLEECE!
A FLEECE AT DINNER ! Had the woman lost her mind ?????
I would not wear a fleece to walk the dog.
My male divorced friend told me in no uncertain terms that if his wife had come downstairs dressed in a fleece to go to dinner, he would have ordered in.
Chris Bonington, Antartic Explorers, Outdoor Pursuits Instructors - I understand, believe me I do - they have their uses and appropriate locations to be worn in but fleeces are not restaurant suited unless on top of an Alpine mountain.
NOT in Mimosa at the dinner table.
A few days later, I was chatting to a friend who I told about the fleece moment at Mimosa. I was horrified and understandably quite angry that she had the gall to make such an understated effort, after the stress of what Laura and I went through in the decision making process on what we would wear in order that we looked as fabulous as possible.
My friend told me that if I was in a bad mood, as she did not believe that all my angst was directed at fleece woman, then I had to take it out on the right person.
I do occasionally listen to friend's advice, the next day, I texted the useless guy I was dating and told him that
"Men are supposed to take the lead in dating, frankly at present you seem incapable of taking my dog's lead and taking her out"
Then I went on to say that dating him was like pulling teeth i.e. NOT a lot of fun.
Hence, I took fashion angst out on Mr Dance DJ, who looked like he could do with a few nights dining at Mimosa as he was so thin. To be honest it was a relief that I got shot if him, I never liked his teeth anyway.
Ladies, take note, NEVER date a man with thinner thighs than yourselves, it will end in tears.
Anyway, some weeks later, I was working out at the gym with my fabulous in her 50's friend, who does not look in body or face anywhere near her age , she is in amazing nick and has exquisite taste.
She had gone to neighbours that weekend for a barbecue and some other neighbours had gone there too.
She went on to tell me that the other neighbours they had not met before, were quite something. The woman, apparently, not a scrap of make-up on the face, hair that had not seen a brush, product, hairdresser or colour since Adam was boy. From the description it sounded like one of those women that the FBI rescue from evil polygamous religious cults in America when they come out with middle partings and streaks of grey in the most boring hair colour known to man , looking completely washed out .
Fabulous friend, was asked how her very succesful hubby had come to Cardiff as he was English. Fab friend, told Mrs No Make-up, that he had gone to University there and played Rugby for Cardiff and also cricket for Glamorgan.
FF joked that as it was quite some time ago, she was the original WAG.
Do you know what non make-up lady retorted
"Well you've got enough bling for it! "
Luckily fab friend found the funny side.
I guess Bling to this particular lady would have been holding the Baked potato in foil on her lap at the BBQ.
My guess is her daughter eats at Mimosa dressed in unsuitable clothes.
I know what I would rather be described as it always has to be WAG in lieu of DAG.
Guess what ? BBQ guest's choice of clothes amongst others for that evening .......
Yes, she too had a fleece !
Leave the fleece on the sheep ladies, or to the mountain dwellers.
I rest my case.
WAGS and DAGS - never the twain shall meet.
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