A few weeks ago a professional photographer came to work. we all have these little team profiles on the internet. and my team's profile was mega out of date. as in only two of us were part of the team still. the rest had moved on. well, noone had bothered to tell me about how the photographer was coming in. so i was unprepared. luckily i was in my favourite dress and wearing so hot right now vintage beads.


before the photoshoot proper i ran to the disability toilets to preen in front of a mirror in peace. i used all of the tools available to me - namely some lip gloss and moisturiser. and my dkny perfume (on the basis that if you can't look good the least you can do is smell awesome).

during the photoshoot the photographer told me i was a natural (natural. i thought. whatever. years and years of practice).

after the photoshoot i forgot all about it. until today. today the photographer sent a disc of photos to us for our team to pick a final one. and i was shocked. number one: hello i'm makin' love to the camera. and number two: cleavage alert. honestly, my team all look like professional office types. and i look like the office ho bag.


when in truth... in truth i'm a granny knitter. i knitted in a cafe with at least two other blog people (if it is on other blogs it has to be real) and even more non bloggers and i had the time of my life drinking tea and eating cake and tacos at my favourite restaurant of the moment: sweet mother's kitchen on courtenay place. i expect that if you go to strongerlight's blog she'll tell you more. i hope she does anyway. or else tomorrow i'll bore you all about it some more...