passionaria
passionaria
passionaria

Yeah, my utility providers don’t agree with him, andI’ve grown extremely fond of hot showers, electricity and the interwebs. My local supermarket also seems to require money, strange hum?

Yeah, I agree, she’s doing that herself, her life is too publicised for her to risk a huge lie like that.

Is it weird I’m coveting her outfit and gloves?

As my country has very few stores that sell plus size clothes, I buy a lot online. C&A and H&M are the very few actual brick and mortar stores I buy stuff at. Online I usually buy at LaRedoute, yoursclothing and Evans. Kyionna has beautiful party dresses, but I haven’t ordered anything from there.Yet. Oh and one last

As a plus size lady nearing forty myself here’s what I do, I get a few basics in solid colours and jazz it up with the tops. Good buys that have lasted me years: pencil denim skirt in a dark wash, a black pencil skirt, straight leg dark wash jeans, black jeans, grey or navy slacks. Then you can jazz it up with a

There better be some Suede, some Muse and some Placebo, otherwise I call shenanigans.

I think they don’t ship to my neck of the woods, but yes, their stuff looks very good

Lol, that’s a hell of a casing. Anyhoo, not very good for short sleeved summer dresses.

She’s perfectly nice to all her friends. She just doesn’t like me, never has, never will.

I don’t think so, just classless and mean.

Don’t even get me started, I’m still spitting mad about it.

Poor form is her MO. Just the other day she presented my infant son to a group of ladies as “hers” not even mentioning or presenting me. I was standing right there. And it’s not like she has no children, she has her own little boy. Sigh.

Except for the unfortunate sausage effect... Plus my arms and shoulders are kind of fat, there’s no girdle for that.

Well to be fair I was fat even before getting pregnant so he had a pretty good idea where he was getting himself into. And I didn’t even gain a lot of weight, but my boobs are huge. I have a deportment book from the fifties whose title translates into bride, wifeand mother and was the source of a lot of hilarity

I love these but they would be ruinous in my plus size recent post-baby bod. Sigh.

This is beyond awful. I’m still bitter my SIL had a surprise birthday cake for a gues I barely knew without informing me. Now, it was a very small wedding, so half the guests were singing happy birthday and the other half , including myself, loking on awkardly. If someone had gotten engaged I think I would have lost

And I thought my MIL crying like she was in mourning was bad. At least she was wearing light grey.

Ruckus. Not bad, but I’ve said it a million times, I’m SO glad to live in a country with a (strict) list of approved names to prevent these instances of originality.

Me too. Most jewlery and wathes are a no-go. I do well with glass beads, plastic, leather, silver and gold. So my accessories are either bold statement pieces or non-existent.

Have you tried Ina’s carrot and pineapple cake? Delicious, alwaysturns out well. Martha’s sugar cookies are the only thing I’ve ever tried baking, not bad, but kinda bland.