Cranky but back

Apologies for the absence (for those that actually noticed). A series of unfortunate events during the last couple of weeks resulted in “a bit of a hiccup”, shall we say. And rather than whinge about my battle with Count Olaf on the blog (Heaven forbid I should be labelled a whinger), I decided to take a week’s bloggie holiday and contemplate my hairy navel.

Once I failed to find my mojo at the bottom of a bottle of sauvignon blanc, I did what any sensible middle-aged female would do to cheer herself up, and shaved all my hair off. And I mean all. Well, I do have some eyebrows, and about an inch left on top of my head (if you’re lucky) but the rest of me has been waxed, exfoliated and moisturised to the level of softness only felt on the bottom cheeks of a newborn baby. (And let me tell you that those home Brazilian waxing kits are mean mother-F******* Not recommended unless you are drunk, feeling masochistic and don’t mind lots of blood).

Anyhoo, torturing myself wasn’t the only thing I did. I also rested, shot some dodgy photos (always immense fun) and chatted to friends (thanks to all for cheering me up, and for all your mega-nice comments). My gratitude to Rich for doing a great job on the blog all week – a resounding success as only two models cancelled as a result (he did rather well then!)

Here’s a recent picture of Pirate Maiden. I wasn’t there for the shoot (babysitting duties) but we planned it meticulously beforehand, and this was a gas-lift-chair pose I thought of and specifically asked Rich to do. No doubt it’s been done many times before, but if and when it has, I haven’t seen it, so it kinda felt like my idea.

It turned out pretty damn well we thought. So good I might even stick it on the wall. And I helped to create something artistic. Yee-hah!

Creating was a good feeling. Must remember to do it again some time….