Pout now or Forever hold Your Peace.
‘Twenty Seven Pounds fifty pence?’
The way he enunciates the pronunciation alerts me immediately to the fact I have made an honest and grave mistake.
I stand there.
I have nothing to say, no reply, and no excuse.
I am in the wrong.
‘Twenty Seven Pounds and fifty pence?’
I skulk out of the room much like Doodle does after weeing against the kitchen table, my tail very firmly between my legs, almost wishing I had only cocked my leg against the terracotta.
He follows me.
I half expect him to order me in to bed or perhaps rub my nose in it.
‘Do I need to go in the naughty corner?’
A badly timed joke.
He ignores me for the next hour.
I re-apply my lipstick.
‘It is fabulous though isn’t it?’ I sit down next to him and flex my pout in his direction.
‘It had better be for Twenty Seven Pounds Fifty.’
I wanted a treat.
My First mistake was not asking immediately for the prices.
My second mistake was allowing the Dior Dolly Bird to apply the fabulous colour to my lips and then encouraging me to do a hair swish, therefor leaving me with little choice in the matter.
My third mistake was not, at that point, enquiring about the price, making an excuse, and promising to come back later.
My fourth mistake was telling my husband the truth.
‘I didn’t realise they were that expensive until she rang it up on the till, and by that point Irish One, it was too late. I would have looked like a right idiot! I had to buy it!!’
‘Could you not take it back?’
I gasp internally in shock and horror.
I wanted a treat.
I adjust my pout in his direction and mix in a little doe eyes for affect.
He doesn’t budge, and I can’t say I blame him.
Ironically, the very next day after writing my last post on how I would see the silver lining in everything, and how this year would be different, a bombshell capable of destroying my bank account and most of our savings was dropped, hence the outrage at my ‘inappropriate’ and ‘incredibly thoughtless’ spending off the Irish One.
I am not in a position to talk about it, as that would potentially leave me in an even more vulnerable position, HOWEVER I do have a silver lining.
It’s my Twenty Seven Pound Fifty Dior lipstick.
Isn’t it fabulous? And it really does take my pout from average to Stratospheric.
If only this was a sponsored post.