I had to Google Princess Jasmine after a little girl stood and stared at me for ages on Saturday, apparently that's who she thought I was.
I bloody wish! I need some serious Wii Fit sessions before January to get my abs looking that good.
With slap-up dinners this good (from my beloved Nessa's) being delivered to the door I'm fighting a losing battle!
Since I last blogged I've turned 47, been spoilt with amazing birthday presents (including the psychedelic San Francisco-made maxi and the insane pottery cat), been overwhelmed by kind messages on Facebook/Twitter, attended two art exhibitions (this one was incredible), eaten out twice, feasted on an Indian banquet at home, been to a 50th birthday party, worked at two vintage fairs, loaded and unloaded the van seven times, relabelled and ironed a large proportion of Kinky Melon's stock, met a blogger, had a Skype chat with Krista, slagged off the X Factor via text with Curtise, caught up with my vintage family for the final time this year and taken receipt of a brilliant blog giveaway.
Who rocked it in her own inimitable way...
She passed it on to crazy vintage glass dealing bird, Jackie...
Who pimped it up Xmas style and passed it to slinky Sharon, Sunday's fair organiser.
The Suitcase Boomboxes went down a storm.
I finally gave my 91 Allison Street maxi an outing.
|Grecian-style maxi (£9.99, Acorns Hospice, 2011) worn with bastard massive TopShop earrings (via the charity shop) and a pair of 1960s block heeled silver sandals (robbed off my pitch 'cos my feet were killing me)|
and resurrected an old favourite for the final event of the year.
Jon went safari jacket mad...wearing his blue one on Saturday...
... and a belted linen one on Sunday. (The R Soles boots haven't been off his feet since he bought them).
|Wulfrun Hall, Wolverhampton before the crowds descended|
There's three parcels awaiting collection at the Post Office, our Blighty Bazaar shop space to set up, an appointment with the orthopaedic surgeon, an Indian tourist visa to apply for and a belated birthday night out to squeeze in before the end of the week.
There's just under two hours before Ripper Street starts so I'm off to catch up with all I've missed in Blogland and Jon's cracking on with some more Boomboxes - these two babies are all we have left.
See you soon!