Hello and welcome to The Cooking Wardrobe.
I am not happy with Eight. Can you believe the little imp asked me today what the purpose of this blog was? huh? So I have to put him through this routine that he doesn't want to be a part of every Sunday afternoon. Children these days don't know the meaning of sacrifice haha. The poor child is embarrassed that his mum is the only mum in the park working around posing and making faces for the camera. I am pretty sure he sometimes wishes the ground will open up and swallow him. Oh my gosh, the trauma of it all. I tell you his wife will thank me for it one day because I am simply teaching him how to treat women (okay, rephrase, his dad is teaching him how to treat women, while I am bossing the hell out of all of them) hmmmm.
Anywho, are you feeling me in this bodycon dress? I don't often wear bodycon dresses but lawdy, lawdy, this one got me good. Oh have you heard of the miracle of shape wear? It wipes, love handles, tummy folds and self consciousness away in minutes. I feel I have to include a disclaimer at this juncture: Please, my lovely curvy sisters, if peradventure, you decide to buy shape wear, ensure to buy your size o, I will not be held responsible for any dizziness, shortage of breath or fainting that may occur (you have been warned).
Thank you for stopping by. Hey don't leave without letting me know you were here, leave a comment and I'll come over to say thanks. Love yous. Have a lovely week!!
Sandals: Nine West
Purse: Unknown (old)
Chevron Bodycon Dress
Sunday, 6 September 2015