What’s that behind the curtains and do you think it has been sipping methylated spirits??
Posts a bit sparse last week as I spent part of it in Prague with no evening dresses, part of it in bed with a cold and no costume jewellery, and not much of it in front of the mirror with a lipstick and a curling iron. This is a shame, as the usual All Ages photoshoots are very boring whereas this week’s fashion invited all manner of fun with ornate ceiling roses.
In any case I have made up for my absence with this unusually racy yet as-usually deranged bit of posing.
Perfect party mix
Dirty farting minx
The caption is making me gag and cringe. Why am I here? Who am I? What is happening?
Merry almost-xmas to one and all.
I've always found it funny when people write letters to the Guardian's Weekend magazine complaining that the recipe ingredients are too middle class and the fashion only looks good on thin people. After all, it's just a magazine. Or is it? I decided to follow its recipes, fashion and lifestyle advice as closely as possible, to see if the aspirations promoted therein can really be achieved by the average reader who is not especially wealthy, not necessarily model thin and is obliged to work regular office hours. This blog has no affiliation whatsoever with the Guardian but I link to the Weekend magazine website for the purposes of illustration. 
Guardian Girl 
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