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Not a T-Shirt Friday

This whole “T-Shirt Friday” meme* of Nurse M’s stuffs me up a bit, coz I don’t wear T-shirts, on the whole.  which makes things a little challenging.  If you see what I mean.

So I thought; ‘what *do* I really, really like wearing?’ 

And this month, I thought “bubbles”.  My happiest state, if I’m truthful, is wearing as little as possible, and preferably under water.  LB thinks I might be a were-fish, or a murmering maid.  Or something.

So here you are.  My Bubble Bath (not really a T-shirt at all) Friday.


Cheating in the extreme, but then again, it is all hallows eve.  No rules, no foul.  *evil grin*

*last Friday of every month.  Blog a T-Shirt (or whatever, clearly) with a story. Link back to our lovely Nurse M.   Dais and Silverstar likely to play along.  Join in by all means.

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Not a t-shirt Friday

Imitation is the best form of flattery, and I’m rather fond of Nurse M.  So, once again, I found myself pondering how to contribute to her T-Shirt Friday meme, when I’ve run out of the required T-shirts to show case.  Finding t-shirts that don’t make my voluptuous frame look like an overstuffed sausage is tough.

I’ve decided, instead, to dispense with the “t” part, and just go with shirt friday. I’ve got lots of shirts.  But no t-shirts.  So shirts is what you will get.  And, for Silverstar, this one is my latest acquisition.  A black, fitted shirt, which I shall wear to work.  I like black. It’s slimming.  And makes me feel feisty.  It has cute capped sleeves.  And it makes my voluptuous self look curvy instead of pervy.  Which is good….

not a t-shirt

not a t-shirt

Have a good weekend, lovely peoples of the interweb.

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T-Shirt Friday*: Remembering Hogmanay

*As always, in honour and at the request of our fiesty, sexy, fabulous Nurse M, aka Ma Baker.  She’s sure started somthing too….check out Dais and Silverstar

In Scotland, every new year, the folk of Edinburgh get together for a massive, ripsnortin’ piss up called Hogmanay.  Quite understandably, the backpackers of the world have rechristened it Snogmanay, largely because in the snow and wintery chill, snoggin’ yourself silly is often the only way to get warm.  The amount of booze you’ve imbibed has nothing to do with it, of course. 

I went to one once, a gazillion years ago.  And got given this T-shirt, which I fished out in honour of this T-shirt Friday:

(Apologies for the shite production values – sleepy stumblings at 7am do not good photos make).

Needless to say, after a dram too much of the local grog, I snogged some strange boy with a pierced tongue and then phoned everyone I knew to tell them how much I loved them.  80 squid on phone bills and a dodgey blue shirt.  Haha.  Not bad for a night up north.

Auld Lang Syne, by Robbie Burns

Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne ?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

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*ahem*…T-Shirt Friday*

Well, once again I’ve succumbed to a suggestion by the very suggestive Nurse Myra…a monthly meme known to all her acolytes and fanboys as T-Shirt Friday*

Only, she hasn’t actually posted hers yet…*drums fingers*…whoops, wait she HAS!

But I am not afraids…so….ta daaaaa:

I am indeed

I am indeed

(Pssssst…the lovely Silverstar has jointed in the fun, though, so I’m not completely alone in the interweb…)

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