“Did you just say what I think you did?”(yes I did, allow me to explain)… “What did you say to me you cheeky bitch?” (Ouch)… “How dare you suggest I need a stylist.” (It’d be kinda fun though and it’s not about what’s wrong, but…
Sisters, don’t be alarmed at the mumu, it’s totally appropriate and in fact, the only thing I want to and can be wearing right now, because this mother of the sisterhood had a bit of a curve ball thrown at me this week. I went…
Like Cinderella, I really wanna go to the ball and my glass slippers better be gold…
I’m starting a new job on Monday. I’ll be the new kid on the block, at 42, that’s no mean feat. I’ll be making friendly chit-chat and skulk out on my own at lunchtime. I’ll have to ask where the loo is, how to make…
I popped my cherry for the Sisterhood last night. For those that know me, I don’t have a problem with talking to people. I was known as gabby-jaws by my pseudo godfather. But networking, that’s different, that’s hard that requires small talk