brick shape or box shape???

Finally, thanks to Trinny and Susannah I have unravelled the mystery to my identity crisis! When I was 17 and travelled to America, I wore jeans and Rivers for casual wear. Wherever I went, I was mistaken for a man. People referred to me as "Sir" on public transport, "Mr" in airports and "Hey man" in shopping centres. I had been told by work colleagues that I looked a little butch. I dismissed these comments, not taking much notice, until now. After watching my fair share of fashion shows of late, I was drawn to the idea of dressing for your body shape. After a little investigation, I realised that I had been blessed with a "brick shape". "A brick", "ouch"!!!!!! How utterly distressing this was. I was fairly certain that I had more of an hourglass figure, which of course is the most desirable body shape. I think the "brick" shape falls rather short. Even the" lollipop" body shape sounds a little more fetching. With my shocked feelings put aside, I did alittle more research and tested the theory. A person with a brick shape usually "looks great at the gym but needs to avoid wearing jeans, sweat shirts and masculne clothing unless you want to look like a man. So from now on, i will stickto tank tops, flowing trousers and heels. although i couldnt resist wearing my jeans to the Acdc concert last night.

Pannacotta prowess

Discovered that great tasting pannacotta can be produced with ingredients already in my cupboard - rum, sugar, coconut milk, vanilla essence and gelatine. Gotta love that food channel.

not thebest idea to shop in a sundress

Tossed up in my mind the idea of going home after the pool to shower and change. Nomally a bit vain, I went against my better judgement and decided to head to the local shops for milk Was it just me, or were people really staring at me with disdain? I was lucky enough to be wearing a full length sundress saturated in all the wrong places and accessorised with my beautiful 6 month old baby. Despite the high end fashion accessory of bub, I could not believe that the usual courtesies shown to me were very, absent. With a few essentials in hand, it appeared that a checkout had been opened for me. Before i could blink a 60 something scurried into the open checkout. I was loaded up with a good 20kg and had to ask the lady to remove her empty basket from the conveyor to avoid a near fatal meltdown... Fortunately my polite approach and the beautiful smiles of Taj rendered all other onlookers as harmless. When i dropped my small change, everyone rushed to the rescue. The moral of the blog ...always look your best even when popping to the shops.