Monday, 18 January 2016

*You are NOT going out #dressed like that...*


                              The Christmas aftermath: makes January nights out joyless. 

'YOU'RE not going out dressed like that.'

        'I am. What's wrong with it?'
        'What's wrong with it? The neckline is way too low and the skirt is way too short! It's a bit slutty!'
I stare at my younger daughter and roll my eyes.
         'First of all, that's the sort of thing I'm supposed to say to you! You're not supposed to tell me what to wear.'
She peers at me over gorgeous, hipster spectacles.
         'I have to, when you appear in something like that, Mum. I'm trying to save you from making a show of yourself.'
The husband and I are going to some friends for dinner. There will be six of us in total. Old friends, catching up. I'm really looking forward to it. Or at least I was, until about two minutes ago.
          Part of the problem, of course, is Christmas. To be more specific, the fact that we're barely through the other side. And I'm still carrying all those extra seasonal pounds. The dress - the little black number that I've had, since my offspring were too young to notice what I wore - is stretchy. Which is why I'm wearing it tonight.
          And I've dressed it down. This is a casual enough get together with friends, after all. I'm wearing a skinny black top underneath, so her accusation that my neckline is too low is a moot point. Ditto the hemline. I'm wearing ribbed tights. With boots! It's all very Boho.
          'Have you a nice skirt and top you could wear, Mum?' Her tone is the same one that the husband uses when he's asking the eldest if she'll be warm enough, as she heads out clubbing. Just before he tries to persuade her to wear a cardigan.
The fact that she looks exactly the same as I used to at her age has completely escaped him.
          'I'm sure I have a nice skirt and top,' I tell our middle child. 'But I'm wearing this. Get over yourself.'
          'Fine.' She goes upstairs. Bloody cheek, I think. I look....great. And my hair is definitely working. I had it professionally styled yesterday. No, I look grand. Really. The husband appears, jacket on, car keys in hand.
          'You right?' says he.
          'We're off, you lot. See you later!' I check on the boy, who's curled up in front of the TV, being minded by the eldest. The middle one comes running down the stairs, just as we go to leave.
          'Wait, Mum. You're going to need this.'
          'What is it?'
She thrusts something soft, long and floaty into my arms.
           'It'll look great with that outfit,' she says. Her eyes plead with mine.
I sigh, and take the damned cardigan.

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Saturday, 9 January 2016

*New Year, New Review for #GoingAgainstType*



AFTERNOON, all,
Pasting in my latest review for ‪#‎GoingAgainstType‬, which is up on ‪#‎AmazonUSA‬ today.
AL gave it 4 stars and I'm extremely grateful to whomever s/he is for writing a review.
Remember, it's still on ‪#‎SALE‬ on ‪#‎AMAZON‬ for just 99c/99p.

...
"This is a very light-hearted read. I loved the snipping back and forth in the heroine/hero's respective newspaper columns. Of course their identities are hidden as these "snipe" columns are not by-lined with their real names.
Charlotte (Charlie,) the heroine, is making a no-holds-barred attempt at writing a column that will win her recognition for her dream to become a "sports reporter;" whereas, Derry, our hero, was very much a man's man writing in the vaulted arena of fashion.
Their banter in the columns brought many a laugh. But I would have enjoyed seeing much more interaction between the characters as their personal relationship built up. If you are an Irish football fan and newspaper column reader, you will delight in the background story of these characters.
The story is reminiscent of the movies The Shop Around the Corner and You’ve Got Mail. Unfortunately, I felt the ending was too abrupt and incomplete, the romance portion a bit weak, but the dialogue in their written columns was very clever and made the whole story work." AL Amazon USA.

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Monday, 4 January 2016

*NEW YEAR, UM, RESOLUTIONS?*


                                                 New Year Resolutions: Make them fun.

THE NEW YEAR always catches me out. I think it's because Christmas starts earlier and earlier each year. Gaudy Halloween decorations now sell alongside iced fruit cakes and sparkly Christmas crackers.
          I ignore it until the middle of December. Then, I finally accept that something has to be done, and I tear around like a rabbit on steroids for about ten days, only to flop in front of a fire on Christmas night, delighted I managed to pull it together again.
         And so the next few days slip by. You know. Great movies on TV. Trip to the theatre with the family. Trying not to eat myself into a food coma. I was pretty well behaved this year.
         Then, suddenly, it's New Year's Eve. New Year's Eve? How sad am I that I don't see that creeping up? Whilst my older kids venture out for fun and fireworks, I'm wondering whether I should bother staying up 'til midnight!
         And then the new year. Here in all its cold, rainy fierceness (for anyone outside Ireland who's not seen the news, we are experiencing the worst flooding ever!).
        But for better or worse, 2016 is upon us. And not a resolution in the house.
        If asked, I'd know what they'd be, of course. Eat less bad stuff? Yup. Exercise more? Yup, yup.
        But actually, this year I want to be more fun. I want to try new stuff. Like kite-surfing. The husband and the boy went for an early morning cycle at the weekend, and spotted kite-surfers, doing their thing in the storm. We could do without the rain, but you need wind to kite-surf. And there's never any shortage in this part of the world.
       Meanwhile, one of us has already done something different. On new year's eve, the boy helped out for a couple of hours, at sheltered housing for older people. He chose it to fulfil a school Christmas challenge: an act of kindness for a stranger.
       Chances are strong that he benefited far more, than the lovely people he was there to help. He definitely enjoyed it. Although he was a bit stumped when one resident, obviously a woman with a GSOH, asked him if he was still single!
       As for me, I'm making a list: fun new things to try.
       Sky diving. Now there's one....
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