The Darling Crepes of May

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My turn......

... and the menthol cigarettes come to think of it...

I used to have an Elizabeth Jane Howard book on etiquette published in the early 60s with advice on what to wear for afternoon tea/early evening drinks/night club/ball etc etc - and macrame was recommended as one of the very few safe topics of conversation [mind boggles]

Stropps, at the recent mini-meet we had a snigger about how we all ended up in S&B. I like to think of it as camouflage nobody who knows me would ever think of looking here.

My mother smoked Soubrani's on nights out. She used to buy several packets and colour co-ordinate with her outfit by transferring the pink or turquoise ones into a cigarette case. I have a picture of her in a pink, sort of frosted dress, with a beehive thing that I think involved a hairpiece which ended up in my toybox (lots of criss cross curls), intersected with small pink roses, smoking a pink sobrani. In her late 70's she gets away with leather trousers, a lovely silk blouse and peep toe platforms. I simply wouldn't dare.

During my particularly (dis)affected phase Me and my bff of the time used to smoke black sobranie on a big night out, THAT is how ridiculous sophisticated we were.

Auriga, I'm with you - even if my posts rang a chord, they'd go nah, can't be lalsy.

My teacher mother was always very reassuring about hard papers, saying if everyone finds them hard that is OK as there is lots of jiggery pokery down the line (she predated Gove, obviously). Hope the little chemists all feel more cheerful tomorrow.

My dh usually wears jeans and jumpers that my sister has bought him, one each Christmas, cycling gear or a suit (for work). He has an orange Ted Baker cord party shirt which he got from the jumble sale and our (and addle's) dc primary school. He used to wear denim dungarees and about every five years decides to paint a bit of wall and astonishes me by appearing in them!

So Lalsy, was your dd doing the same AS paper this morning - the one that involved knowing "concubine / sex slave"? . If so how did she find it?

Ds1 came home slathered in mascara, quite pleased with the effect . Although thankfully he does not have his father's dress sense and just wears the first 4 things that hefindsonthefloor come out of the wardrobe.

It's Herbs' fault, I believe, that we are in S&B, although in fact that first post was mainly about gardening. Or Sainsburys.

I need to go to bed now.

No, she is yr 13, but I think maybe she does the slightly less minority interest one? Also full of sex, of all varieties. Apparently some schools didn't cover the whole syllabus last year as it was too rude and then the rude bits came up.

This minority interest I take it isn't Latin, but possibly the other one that is generally seen as a classic? Sounds fun ;)

Ds thought l6 maths was hard but could only recall one question - if a baby is a million minutes old how much is that in days.....

It was owls And little purses on long straps. And belts. And hanging plant-pot holders. I could go on

I seem to have lost... half a pound! Better than nothing I guess, but I will have to starve myself if I want to lose any more. Hmmm. 6.5

Klaxon

ToT - 800 gr off: over 1 and a half lbs.
So 98.8, as I work in kgs.

ToT 100 - started well, but went downhill.

ToT - 91.5 (cm from 3 different bits so probably within margin of error).

DH spends a fortune on clothes too. I took a pair of his shoes to be repaired once, and it cost over £100! He has a lovely pair of mustard yellow cords (he looks like a Guards officer or a Boden advert - same thing, really). We went to the village fete once, he went home because he had forgotten something, so I paid for his admission, and told the woman on the gate she would recognise DH because of his trousers. He turned up and she said to him "Oh your wife has paid for you, just go straight in." He was like this , and said that the women were laughing at him.

I made a macrame owl in Guides once. It was wonky, and sitting on a wonky stick. I also whittled my own woggle. I do not do anything artistic - I slowly worked my way through all of the "design" options at school: embroidery, I was allergic to most of the fabrics (eczema on hands), pottery, the clay made my eczema worse, woodwork, I kept cutting myself and was a liability, needlework, the sewing machines kept running away with me and I sewed over my hand. I was deemed incapable of cooking, couldn't draw, and ended up having Friday afternoons off, which suited me.

I love the wedding dress story, Stropps - what did you end up with??

How did we end up in Style and Beauty?

I was quite keen on that macrame thing you did with white straws, where you made these huge shell like hollow contraptions by joining straws together and then folding them into shapes. Bit like basket making with paper!

Dh was a bit of a beat boy when I met him - jumpers tucked into high waisted peg jeans. I was more massive jumpers over teeny tiny tube skirts and black tights! I wanted to be Molly Ringwald in Pretty in Pink.....

We have a macramé owl somewhere. It's DP's. I have not enquired about its origins

A friend has just cancelled a lunch I'd forgotten we were due to have

** 70. Appear to be reducing back to what I suspect is now Normal Weight (ie a few pounds over where I was 15 years ago - haven't been that since before having DD1). Must however not backslide. No. Must not. Yesterday's delicious Eccles cake must not become daily habit.

I made macramé plant pot holders......

MrsS - clearly the cooking came later! (BTW will respond re stories this weekend - been a tad full on here)

Dp would not wear bright coloured trousers, but does sport a range of Indian shirts (he has a habit of buying traditional shirts wherever we go on holiday - so two Mexican numbers this winter) These also cover a multitude of sins....

Yes Stropps what did you end up with?

Oh, and I cannot find That Photo but I made all my own, hugely baggy and colourful, clothes for a bit, accessorised with millions of badges. This concealed, in a perverse way, the fact I was incredibly self-conscious about my appearance; I felt if I constructed this clown-like look nobody would in fact look at me and realise how fat and hideous I was.

Beachy, I used to do them too! Were they called artstraws?

DH's choice of clothing is mostly sports gear. Definitely no bright trousers!

Am I too old to join this conversation? 53 years old. 3 DC aged 14, 16 and mid 20's. Generally gong mad with one doing GCSE's, one doing year 9 exams and one in process of moving out (yay). Exceedingly crepey of body although lucky with face. In North London.