Minnie’s Musings

In the knicker department is my new mission. I have decided that I should make like French women (with a heavy dose of middle aged, comfort is my priority thrown in) and pay more attention to my attire right down to my smalls.

No more mix and match, black with white, white with neutral, neutral with black-sock-caught-in-the-whites grey. I shall no longer take the first t-shirt out of the drawer or shorts at the top of the pile. I shall be goddess of style! Well, a crumpled goddess of style.
.As an aficionado of the flick and fold technique my use of an iron and boardis patchy. But I am better than I used to, now the bulk of the children have vacated their rooms so I can leave the ironing board up.

I have also taken to moisturising my shins. I am not a lover of creams and potions on account of being allergic to half of them, but I have found one that does not make me turn bright pink and swell up like a mottled balloon. I am very pleased with the results.

What else I shall do to boost the way I feel about myself will have to wait. One can only make so many changes to habits of a lifetime at once. So Nigella can stay put and keep my seat warm, I am not quite ready to assume the throne of domestic goddess just yet.