It was about 6.30pm on a Wednesday evening, I was on a packed train from Oxford circus just trying to survive the rush hour of sweaty pits and bacteria so big you could kill them like mosquitos by slapping your palms together. It was a regular ole evening with regular ole passengers until suddenly the crowd started to part like the Red sea. A beautiful, slim, brown skin girl with thick curly hair walks in with such aura and confidence that I had immediate self esteem issues and my negative self (lets call her Halle Berry) started talking to my real self (call this one Beyonce) and it went a bit like this Halle Berry: When I told you not to eat calories today you thought I was joking Beyoncé: *praying against 3000 calories borrowed from the next week* Halle Berry: See yourself? Unrepentant beesh ? Back to the train. I realised one of the reasons why the crowd parted for her was because she was like a goddess that graced us mere mortals with her presence on the Victoria line and partly because she had three big bags of Ann Summers and Victoria secret. Now things began to make sense to me, this goddess had an active sex life and wasn't afraid to show it. I got thinking about underwear. How many of you in long term relationships now see underwear as a basic human right not something for your other half to get some enjoyment from. When I go to the shop to purchase underwear, I give it the most vigorous stretch test that even a 500 year old Egyptian mummy would be so proud of my attention to detail of elasticity. I want to know if it will stand the test of time. I talk to the underwear, telling them of the "Family 5 year plan" (you are part of us now forever so I need to do my due diligence). I spend hours looking at reviews of the newest most comfortable bras with air lite technology but bras like that look like they were designed by the Church of Seventh day adventists. Why does it have to be so? Why cant we have comfort and sexy? Or Why can't I be the one who does underwear shopping like it is a hobby not a chore? Pick out pieces for an Egyptian princess not a mummy? Choose style over comfort and strut with the bags on the tube unapologetically. I really don't have the answers, I may have to get back to you on this one because I was rudely interrupted by the sale alarm I put online for "the it bra for mums sold over 200 in Madagascar alone" sigh. That day after the train goddess encounter I got so triggered that I went online for a good ole shopping experience for underwear, one I have never embarked on before but firmly shut my laptop because I just couldnt go through with it. I need comfort too so I am on a mission to find a brand that does both and subsequently boost their profits by 25%. If you know of this mythical brand please let me know, I don't want a repeat of walking PAST Victoria Secret with hubby where he pushed me inside so hard that I got severe whiplash and a concussion ?. Help me pipo I need to find that brand. Please comment below. About this outfit I saw these boots at public desire in March/April this year. I had seen the Balenciaga version and thought no difference, I will get them. Two days Later, sold out! I couldn't believe my eyes. I cried (there was some wailing too), then I opened the bible to give me verses on strength. I was on the phone to public desire and was put on a waiting list (when you are not Chanel or Hermes) but you are affordable so God is good all the time ?. Finally in August I got a shipment, I passed out when I saw the long package and knew exactly what it was. Unfortunately these are sold out so you can get an alternative here Blazer- Hubbys closet ? Charles Trywitt blazer Skirt Zara (old) Until next time Buttercups. Don't forget to drop a comment below.
So at the weekend I went to Bruno Mars concert by myself, all together now... *awwwww * ?. I'll tell you the story. When these tickets became available for sale a few months ago, I missed out and before I knew it all the tickets had gone. I was devastated, I love Bruno Mars. Fast forward one day before the concert, I found some tickets and this ministered to my spirit, it was meant to be so I decided I was going. I called a few friends and no one wanted to come at such short notice so do you know what I did? I got me, myself and I VIP tickets and went just like that. I thought to myself, what would you regret the most 1. Going to one of the favourite artist's concert on your own or 2. Missing out all together You guessed it, I wasn't going to miss out so I asked my own damn self on a date and you know what? I accepted the date. It felt good because I tell you something now, this was the second best concert I have ever been after the Queen B of course. Bruno gave us a show to remember. The production was amazing and still had that jazz club live band feel to it. Here is why I had an amazing time with myself 1. We grabbed something to eat before the show and we didn't argue about where to go or what to have, it was like we were in perfect sync ? 2. We got ID'ed at the bar twice! That's how young and youthful we looked *flicks hair* 3. When Bruno sang "Treasure" we serenaded each other 4. We sang Bruno songs while skipping home holding hands ? It was fun to say the least. Try it next time, take your bougie self on a date and see how you like it. Outfit deets Denim Jacket: Missguided Striped trousers: River Island Earrings HnM (old) Shoes: Newlook