Friday, December 17, 2010

Brilly last night, croquet, Brunswick Green and unidentified men on my couch this morning. May be slightly dehydrated.

I was going to start judging Liz for her pathetic taste in men, however, I had a brain fade this morning with regards to my own normally impeccable taste, and thought that white tights with a rose pattern would look awesome on me. Nope. They looked utterly ridiculous, and will be thus bequeathed to Mould (of the long skinny legs) as a Christmas present.