Perplexed Pixie

You just know when its wrong, you sit there, you look in the mirror and yet you say nothing and you know its wrong.

So why is it when this normally loud mouthed opinionated Pixie sits in a hairdressers chair all sense and reason flee and I nod and smile sweetly.

I think I will buy a hat x

Happy Pixie

Am now a reasonably happy Pixie having managed to successfully manipulate an umbrella (green) large bag (black) and raincoat too small to fasten (green) in a squalling wind and torrential rain in an effort to spend as much money as a pixie can in her lunch break. Mission (1) locate and purchase two pairs of leg warmers (do not ask) Mission (2) to locate and purchase one pair of Walford opaque black tights (deep joy as they were reduced by £2.00) and Mission (3) to locate and purchase one black cashmere polo neck (hysterical jubilation as Pixie is not that fat after all - see remark about raincoat - and the said garment was a gorgeous Size 12).

Jubiliation on over drive and have just devoured one large Yorkie Bar and now I feel sick x