More, More, More...

How d'ya like it, how d'ya like it? (showing my age now, quoting 70s song lyrics! LOL)

The classes are almost ready to go up for the Brecons 2 retreat in Crickhowell, but here's another sneakypeeky, this time of Amber's fabuloola class (which is going to be four hours long, oh yes indeedy). It's a book. It's in Blush. And it reminds me of a corseted bustier *insert gasps of longing and admiration*

Ooo, talking of Amber...she's been and gone and got herself a blog... What a Load of Old Scrap. No I'm not being rude. That's the name of it. And some mighty gorgeous piccies of the South Wales Crop on Saturday to boot. Gosh we're stunners.

Interesting week last week. All I can say is, life is very exciting sometimes.


Off to see the X-Factor concert in Cardiff tonight, and staying in a posh hotel afterwards, so I am currently sitting here, at 1.20 in the afternoon, with freshly dyed hair ("What?!!" they all gasp. "You mean that's NOT your natural colour?!" to which I swiftly reply "Oh yes my dears...I am a natural redhead (and can prove it *wink*)...or at least I was *pitiful sob* when I was *sob* younger *uncontrollable shoulder heaving wailing sobs, head down on the desk*).


Ahem...as I was saying...freshly dyed hair, drying off from my shower (and thinking how much my shower needs a clean), with a towel pertily wrapped around my head. At 1.20 in the afternoon. Ha! What a slattern.