Dita in vintage Dior = perfection. If only I could get away with wearing a pair of long leather gloves down to Sainsburys.

Now, in response to the ladies who described me as a domestic goddess after reading a recent post, let me clarify a couple of things….

First, it has taken me a week, a whole week, to dust, scrub, polish and tidy my house into a respectable enough state for the outside world to see it. I would argue that this is a good indication of how much housework I do on a regular basis, i.e little to none. But then, as I always say (as my Grandmother raises her eye-brow and runs a gloved finger across the mantelpiece), a tidy home is a sign of a wasted life.

And second, I finished cleaning the kitchen and playroom this evening while wearing the following ensemble: faded black tracksuit bottoms that are miles too big for me as I wore them while pregnant, strappy black vest that’s too short and exposes a little more of my midriff than I can get away with these days, hair scraped back, no make-up and grubby bare feet that are in desperate need of a pedicure. Hardly goddess-like is it now?!

So no, I’m no domestic goddess (whatever that is… Nigella’s only qualification seems to be that she licks her fingers after everything she cooks). I just like baking!

I intend to spend the rest of this evening soaking in a warm bath and painting my toe nails a delicious shade of red (can’t decide which yet… Essie Boudoir perhaps). I have a feeling tomorrow will be manic, full of people arriving and final preparations for Sunday. I have 30-odd cupcakes to ice too. Oh joy.

What are your glamorous plans for this evening ladies?

Loveaudrey xxx

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