Luckily I found a dress that suits me — plain, raggedy, and completely unfashionable — just in time for the Google summer party this weekend. Yes, the Google summer party: geeks outdoors, lolz.
Of course, it's monsoon season here in Dublin, but that wasn't going to stop me. I quite fancied myself in a wet and clingy dress anyway — rainwater pouring off my Celtic locks and bits of skirt billowing out behind me as I ride my wild horse across the sands.
Disappointingly, I don't have a horse, so I had to get a taxi instead. But first I took Tallulah's advice and smoothed my inner thighs with talcum powder to prevent any "chub chafe". I haven't used talc since I was, I dunno, three months old or something, and God, it felt good. It's a bit messy though, and in my rush I managed to get it all over my face. Unfortunate, then, that I ran out of the door and immediately flagged down a cop car by mistake.
I really must start wearing my glasses every time I leave the house.
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Does Truculent Horse have a horse that you could borrow? Just curious.
ReplyDeleteGetting talc on your face is nothing.
ReplyDeleteFriday night I was looking after my friends' young lad. During a nappy change he dug his hand into the Sudocrem and plastered it into my beard.
Back in the days when dinosaurs roamed the earth and I was a Perky Goth in high school, I used talcum powder as face powder. It turns out I was already naturally so pale that no one even noticed. How sad is that?
ReplyDeleteOh shit, I do have a horse. I forgot about Truculent. She won't be pleased. She's off in Iceland for the summer though, so I probably forgot about her out of jealousy.
ReplyDeleteYou know, a horse and a beach are wonderful fashion accessories, when accompanied by a playful breeze. I wonder if there's a business idea in there somewhere. Work on that if the Facebonk doesn't work out for you.
ReplyDeleteGeeks outdoors. That sounds like a dangerous situation. Perhaps it was good that you flagged down a cop car?
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear that you found a dress and conquered chub chafe.
Yes!
ReplyDeleteYou DO have a horse!
But there is no way you're sitting on me.
Annie, you are in fine company, I have seen many a 'celebrity' photo with their faces covered in talc.
ReplyDeleteGlad it worked on the chafe though.
Horses are even more high maintenance than men, you're better off without one.
ReplyDeleteIt looks like Bjarni is allergic to talcum powder so it's back to wearing leggings under everything for me.
ReplyDeleteI always fancy the idea of windswept etc too - probably the result of watching too many jane austen things on bbc in my formative years.
ReplyDeleteSadly I just look bedragled rather than beautiful.
But talc? How on earth would that help vs dampness? Surely it would just form a rather nasty gluey texture?
Eep, it wasn't for the "damp", as such. It was to stop my thighs rubbing together.
ReplyDeleteEr, I'm NOT going to ask how you discovered Bjarni's allergic to talc!
ReplyDeleteHow can anyone be allergic to talc?
ReplyDeleteOh, and we'd like a picture, please. Of the dress.
He's allergic to dust, and talc is very dusty. The bedroom was covered in it.
ReplyDeleteHe's also allergic to horses, come to think of it — so it's probably just as well I don't have one.
Allergic to *dust*? Ooh, that's bad. He wouldn't last ten minutes in my house.
ReplyDeleteYou could wear a dress with wellies Dame Shirley style! As for flagging down cops, occasionally you might find they offer you a ride for free just out of the goodness of their heart - happened to me in Switzerland once!
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