If you were following me on IG this week, it may have looked like I was having an identity crisis. To begin with, Klout couldn’t work out who I was, and changed the button on my blog.
Monday saw me heading to the shops with one fabulous accessory, I had completely forgotten I was wearing.
Amazingly, this necklace made me somewhat of a super star on my Facebook page, getting more likes than any other pic ever.
I tried reliving my childhood through my kids, giving them an old favorite of mine; Vegemite with 100s and 1000s.
Thankfully musk sticks never go out of fashion.
I was the victim of mouldy lasagne sheets.
And then the hero of a baby rabbit
Thursday saw my identity crisis reach fever point with a visit to the hairdressers.
Friday I was rocking the ankle-strap-with-ballet-flat look.
I also tried to play barkeep, and invented my own drink. A delicious cocktail of vodka, lime juice and Pepsi max.
Saturday saw an early start as usual, thanks to one bright spark, who is impossible not to love.
So at the end of the week, and a careful rundown of what it appears Instagram says about me, I am clearly a heroic victim of mould and hairdressers, definitely not some Asian guy with no influence, and the person responsible for bringing ankle straps into fashion this spring.
So, as usual, just Jess.