Good morning and welcome to today
Well Whadderya‘ think? Front, middle or back? Naturally, I am speaking of where a best selling author may insert the
Acknowledgements in her best selling book that clearly isn’t written yet but IS getting written in 20 minute spurts in between Karen Millen meetings (at home ) and unboxing soooo much in one episode! Gosh, wasn’t that a long sentence?
I don’t have to concern myself too much with grammar and spelling (oh for the day when someone invents a spell check function or indeed a grammar function which corrects as you write - but I digress - which means I make a department from the subject I was speaking about in the first place) because my Editor (yes I now have a personal person who sorts all my writing out for me leaving me free to do the important things like thinking things up and things like that) does all that for me.
I now also have a Head of Department. My departments have grown in line with my unpopularity. I make a lot of departments so I thought I need a Head for them. I won’t expand on that because I like keeping you hanging on a cliff edge having wound you up for ages about something I’m actually not that fussed about. I will just say that I might be having a Head of Department tiny house delivered. I thought it would look nice next to my golf course. Whadderya’ think?
Heads will roll if my Head of Department doesn’t come up with some good ideas. I am determined to carry on with my interminable unboxing of free stuff. It takes people’s minds off the austerity of a global financial crisis I always find and it’s good for my carbon foot thingy which is clearly in dire need of new shoes. You will never see any of those frocks again because I simply don’t have room for them in my classics only wardrobes in my tiny dressing room up here in Eve’s eaves.
My Head of Department is having a good look at all my potted plants at the moment. They’re all about to depart again. I will mourn them you know.
Has anyone noticed I have new hair again? My old hair left home. Better go and departmentalise that. It’s important. More of that very soon. Much, much more…
Peace, Piece, Peas
I've not watched her content in ages, mainly because it enrages me too much lately. But had to acknowledge this incredible post.
@Oops... you are so good!! Love love love this post! How right you were about that kitchen door! And now poor innocent chickens will pay the price with their own lives. I can't bear to think about it.
Lydia is fascinating. Fascinating in her consistent lazy mediocrity and refusal to actually better herself. Her poor grammar, refusal of actually reading varied topics, learning about other cultures, the list is endless. But slap on some aging sister wives dresses and musty accessories, remove her multiple piercings (and yet she is still orange, which I've never seen on real
old money posh peeps), speaking S L O W L Y and faux clipped, and she thinks she has bettered herself. She thinks it doesn't matter if you're using the wrong terminology, as long as you're droning on with the right plummy voice. Total shitpuffin.
Feels like she looked around and picked the one "persona" the other UK Influencers weren't going after (modest, waspy, boring AF style) and thought this was her ticket to undoing her infamy. Add in the twee
manifestation yapping, raving about British Craftsmanship this and that, performative gentle kindness and oh, lest we forget, claiming to now be a delicate empath. She's ticking all the boxes of a different type of Influencer. The type that never gets invited to the high ticket launches and sponsorships! LOL She is perfect fodder for the likes of Shabazz, which still brings her loads of attention and engagement even if it is the negative kind.
I'd imagine she is a hate watch now for most of the people that put themselves through her content. Ali's change is dramatic too, IMO. He is kinder than she is (to animals anyways), but whoa Nelly, has he started leaning into his dandy phase. It would be comical if only they didn't harm others. Yet her refusal to own up to her abusive actions shows me she hasn't really bettered herself. Sorry, driving a RR and AM, having all the Hermés bags and belts, PP watches, and twirling slowly and whimsically in ugly "modest" dresses and destroyed shoes, doesn't change the fact that she is a mean asshole incapable of truly bettering herself. Having more money doesn't mean you've bettered yourself. Realizing you're a
head, and making active changes to stop being a
head is bettering yourself. (Apologize to Nicky already, FFS!)
#EverCringe