Category Archives: SMUG

A Problem Solved Is A …

For those of you who hadn’t noticed: I hadn’t been to my hairdressers’ for a long, long time. Like: 5 months.

And then, last Friday, this ad appeared in our house: a hairdresser offering to visit her customers. All I ever wanted!

At first I was excited but then I started to also think: am I really going to invite an unknown person into our flat to cut my hair even though I’ve always been happy with my hairkillers?

Suddenly, it didn’t feel like a good idea at all. So I finally went to my beloved hairkillers: I didn’t have much work to do anyway.

I had to wait for an hour or more, but since this is one of the two opportunities I read Brigitte, Bunte, Cosmopolitan & Co. (the other being at the dentist’s) I waited patiently.

My Friday’s hairkiller was as nice as always and I was satisfied with the result.

Don’t know if I ever left with such long hair before … 😯 Continue reading


He Made Me Do It!

He = my hubby

Made Me = convinced me

Do = buy – because I am going to go on a sartorial fasting spree in a month

It = a lovely black leather shopper. Italian.

A Post On Marriage? Nope. Not Me.

So we’ve been married for the last 8 years – the date on our marriage licence says so (yeah, I’m THAT old).

Well, so what.

I mean: I still haven’t found any intelligent or insightful things to say about it all. Continue reading