Wax on, wax off

The last couple of days have been full of preparations for the trip ... packing, repacking, shopping, getting hair spruced up and then today, a lengthy rendezvous with the beautician. Which, yes, did include painful procedures ... specifically a Brazilian wax. I am by no means a waxing virgin ... and I have had a couple of Brazilian waxes in my time but today's was rather intense to put it mildly! I had this Polish woman who was insistent that I went panty-less. Once my modesty was stripped down to no more than a crusty, overwashed towel, she began to poke around in my nether regions for a while doing what I thought only my gynaecologist was licenced to do before unceremoniously giving my hoo-hoo a trim. She then proceeded to pile on the hot wax and rip away without warning ... consequently, my body remained insanely taut with dread for the whole appointment, kind not dis-similar to holding a abdominal crunch for 35 minutes! Pain for beauty ... what is that about?!

Following my rather sadistic appointment (which fortunately did end in a luxurious pedicure!), I decided to check out some High Street stores. Oh. My. Gawd! Oxford Street on a Sunday gives the saying 'taking your life into your own hands', a whole new meaning! ... the side walks are packed with a constantly moving sea of people. Negotiating this street truly test's one's patience, tolerance and love of humankind. The worse thing you can do when walking this street is to stop dead in your tracks ... firstly, you'll get a bollocking and secondly, you'll collect someone up your arse. So, what of course happened to me today?! I have now lost enough weight that I can walk out of my jeans (literally) ... these same jeans I can get on and off without having to undo the zip or button on them. Because I have already packed every decent item I own into my suitcase for Dubai, I was left with the dreggs of my wardrobe to chose from. The dreggs include these ill fitting jeans. I had forgotten how bad they were until I found myself haivng to hoick them up every few steps ... which is exactly what I had to do on Oxford Street today collecting several people up my derriere as I did so! Which earned me several tut-tuts ... understandably!

During my loitering and wishful window shopping, I came across the following bits and pieces I desire to own before Christmas.


I really, really want this little black (& red) dress from Monsoon. How absolutely gorgeous is it?! At a mere 135 GBP, I'm planning to snap one up pronto! Sigh. If only!

And, I finally managed to get my hands on this dead sexy cardy from Marks & Spencers last week. It previously had sold out but fortunately, last week limited stock had arrived! Thanks must go to my friend, Sandra, who worn this cardy with such style, it caught my attention and I knew I had to have me one too! Unfortunately, I had to settle for brown ... I really wanted it in black. I am going to try ordering it online ... if I can get it in the black, I think I'll return the brown one. This cardy is such a flattering cut and looks gorgeous on.


And last but not least, these boots! I ventured into Dorothy Perkins and spotted these boots immediately ... of course, when I asked for a size 5 in either chocolate or black there was none in stock! Aaargh! Sod's bloody law!

I truly believe there is a conspiracy in the retail industry to deter me from buying the stuff I like until I get to or near goal weight! I have a strange feeling I'll turn into a wee shopaholic for a while after I first reach my goal weight! I really am starting to like shopping .. what the?! LOL!

Oh! And by the way ... I did buy those sexy French knickers in a size 14!