One hairly leg

Just who is responsible for this 80’s revival? I am willing to tolerate the music, let’s face it, its nice to hear the music that you danced to at the school disco, kissed your first boyfriend to, stood in the corner watching other people dance with their boyfriends to. Now I am not saying I didn’t get asked to dance, well actually I don’t think I did get asked to dance that often, I was a late bloomer, given my tiny chest I was a never-bloomer. My husband often remarks that he should get me under trade descriptions act, the night we met the wonder bra and fillets were in use not to mention the heels, the reality, a 32B chest and 5’2”.

But why oh why won’t anyone teach these kids that the leggings aren’t that attractive, the ra-ra skirts, I mean honestly why would anyone think that that was a good idea. Do people still have mirrors?

So I am half dressed, in non eighties inspired clothes, and half shaved, yep only one leg done and tiny monster wants fed. How do the yummy mummys do it – I guess they don’t really, they have a highly trained team of professionals that beautify them and their babies, and just as they are leaving the house to face the world they are handed their designer babies in their designer prams, who never cry, don’t get food all over their face and are just too perfect.

My husband and dog got me gift vouchers for a massage and facial for Christmas, I look like I have a young child, I have that look. Now normally I don’t get stressed by a pampering session, but I am lying on the table, in just my panties, in a darkened room it is at this point I remember my one shaved leg. Would I have time to wax the other leg before the petite, prefect beautician returns? But no it has to be one shaved leg as the door creaks open, there are no words! “you are very tense” no kidding!