Mrs Thomas

Another trip into Edinburgh and a wander up Morningside Road and time to drop in on "blip/Tildamintly" in 'the best shop ever'.

A few days ago I had decided to buy some 'support tights' from a German shop. I'd never tried these before and bought a size I thought would be more than ample. Monday I struggled and heaved to get them on and they felt a bit like torture, so yesterday I returned the other packs to exchange them for a larger size, a size that I would never let a sole know the truth of. This morning, in confident mood, I struggled and heaved to find these 4 sizes up still did not go on with ease. I've been baffling all day as to what I'd eaten yesterday that increased my leg size at such a shocking rate.

Whilst I'm on the subject of me, for quite a while now the skin on my face is being taken over with spotty, dried up, red-looking, lumpy 'orrible things, every day I discover a new patchy bit.
What can one do, I just have to remain positive.
Well, it's quite good to experience not looking so perfect all the time, you can get fed up with too much glamour.

This pic is Annie in Orwell Arts today. Donald is attempting to get up to speed with all his glazes and Annie and Topden came in to do a bit of throwing.
No Drew Barrymore DVD's tonight, pheew!