SHORTS!!! You "Fashonista" Feckless Feckers.

I see them everywhere at the moment. And you know what, I don't think that they do anyone any favours.

Once, when me and Totty were walking through Dublin city centre, we saw a woman sporting a pair of tight, knee length shorts. Now this woman, who was other wise stylishly dressed, had a great figure, that she had obviously gone to great lengths to maintain. The shorts she was wearing were doing her the turn of making her legs look shorter and actually rather chubby.

In fact I confess, that I have never seen any woman wearing shorts and looking good in them. There is no length of short, no wonder fabric, no colour that will magically make shorts look good. Even more, there is no "perfect boot" or really thick black tights that you can wear with your shorts, that will improve the overall look.

There is nothing that can make shorts look good.

Just take them off, put on a proper pair of trousers, or if you really feel the need to wear something short, there are some fantastic skirt shapes around this winter season.
It being the depths of winter, and the temperature's infrequently going into double figures, this perhaps isn't the time of year to bear all and freeze for fashion, if the subject matter were something more flattering then that would be another storey.

I'm sure that there will be plenty of time in the summer for the more slight amongst us to wear very little, and look fantastic. So ladies, lets be a little more thoughtful about what we wear, and not let the catwalks dictate what we should wear. I'm sure that there is someone chuckling to himself every time he sees a woman wearing shorts, knowing that they are fantastic for business, as they use about a third less fabric, but of course, retail cost will be roughly the same as a pair of figure flattering trousers.

As a footnote, I will add this. Trousers, or "pants" for those living west of England, should be long enough to reach to at LEAST an inch below the ankle, and probably longer if you will be wearing heals. If you are ever tempted by a "fashion spread" that tells you that the new "black trouser" is seven eights length, I would advise you to do this.

1 Tear out said page.
2 Attach post-it note to page explaining that Tintin would like his trousers back.
3 Send the whole page back to the publisher concerned.

They should indeed know better, and have obviously forgotten that fashion is meant to make us all look fantastic.

I know that this is another fantastically long post with no pictures, but I didn't want to post a pic of a woman who I thought looked bad.

So here is a picture of my cat, and she always looks good.

Long Time Not Blog

Yes indeed. A long time and not a word from me.

Were my fingers cut off? Did I get indoctrinated by a strange cult? Perhaps my mouse (cordless as it is) ran off the desk.

In fact none of the above. I just didn't blog, in fact I didn't do much at all. So regular reader (ahem can I say that as a new blogger??), I have been silent due to apathy. And that is one of the things that is wrong with society.

We are just so used to the concept of "vegging out" and "relaxing" that we have all just got to comfortable with sitting on our backsides and doing basically nothing. Yes indeed, I'm sure that my Nan (rest her soul in a peaceful place) would be shocked at my lounging about the house doing "nothing much", watching oodles of rubbish daytime TV and spending hours and hours in chat rooms.

Now after an enormous 11 day break from work. I would like to thank the powers that be for making the break so long and I am getting back in the swing of doing things every day. In fact, I am getting back into the swing of getting dressed before midday. To be more honest, I am getting used to getting dressed. Yes frequently I am lazy enough to prefer not to get dressed. Isn't laziness a self feeding ailment?

Rant of the Day

So I was sitting at work, I have a very dull, office job, this afternoon. I was at my desk, basically sitting it out until 5.30, we have all done it.

Anyway, one of my work friends comes by and we start chatting. Lets call her G for our friendship's sake, this is a rant after all. She starts telling me about how she has mortgages on more than one property.

Now this is such a huge matter of contention for me.

Me and Totty rent. Why do we rent? Well in Dublin, where we live, property is so expensive because there is a shortage of places to live due to the population increasing. Dublin is basically a building site, I can't go out of my front door without literally seeing a building site or very recently completed apartments.

Now most of this building work is necessary. I admit.

But far too many are getting rich off it. FAR FAR FAR too many people are getting rich here.

People who are buying to let apartments are keeping property prices high. You all know who you are. Greed isn't big and it's not clever.

It's the skanks like me and Totty who are fairing badly. We just don't feel that we want to afford to buy a place because, we just can't justify getting a €450,000 or more mortgage for basically a hamster cage of a house.

There I have said it, the apartments that are being built are rubbish. Why is our generation accepting living conditions that are WORSE than our parents raised children in?

It makes me so cross I want to pull a face like this.

This picture is so apt. I could rant about this until I am blue in the face, and it wouldn't make a farts worth of difference.

GRRRRR.

I will leave you on a much calmer note. This morning before I left the house, I put my bread machine to make a loaf to be ready for just after I got home. So I came home to the smell of baking bread. Yum.

I will post more precisely about what I put in my loaf tomorrow. For now, here is the loaf. It's not one of those pretty pictures of food, it's a photo of really tasty food, at least I hope, I'm yet to take a slice and make sure.


Actually that's why it's not a posed picture. I'm hungry.

Looks nice doesn't it? I just about manage to make enough bread in my bread machine, so that we don't eat shop bought bread. Both me and Totty feel better for it. No artificial nasties. And for good measure I add some oats in, which is apparently good for helping to lower cholesterol.

One more calming thought. Here is my cat. Her name is Bean, I can't remember why we called her that, it just felt like the right name for her.

Bean was a rescue cat, that's really the most responsible way to get a pet. When we got Bean, she didn't do much, now she runs the house, and even takes a little pride in giving us both back chat.

I guess it's progress.

OK I'm off to eat some bread.