Thursday, March 4, 2010

From the AECC to the SECC

Morning folks...what a week so far...slightly manic to say the least and when the going gets tough/the tough get going...afraid not...my furry bundle of golden deliciousness and so called crafty helper has a snooze...it's OK for some.....



but everything is done and dusted and it's time for some fun...oh yes I have a hot date with my gorgeous Geordie Joe...my Sis and I are off to the AECC tonight for the X Factor Tour...I am so looking forward to a fabulous night out but can I really bear to sit and listen to one more tuneless rendition from John and Edward...might just be the time to have a toilet break and no late night for me...straight home and off to bed for some much needed beauty sleep. I'll be up at 4.30am...blimey that's not morning that's still the middle of the night...taxi picking me up at 5.30am and a dash to the station to catch the first train to Glasgow but hopefully I'll be leaving this behind and arriving to some fabulous sun drenched weather.....I wish....

My demo kit and samples are packed and ready to go...just the personal stuff to pack and you might think...two nights away = travelling light...underwear/a nightie/change of clothes and shoes for evening and of course the work clothes...black trousers/black tops and my black Fiskars apron...don't you believe it...it's the blinking toiletries that take up all the room...day cream/night cream and all the creams in between...then there's the make up/the hot brush and the huge bag of polyfilla and before you know it weighs a ton...just as well there isn't a luggage allowance travelling by train.  And talking of the work clothes...well they ain't exactly colourful...picture 2 visions  in black with the tiniest orange logo on our aprons...blimey if there's a power cut you will never find us and if by chance you see a little old lady wandering around with slippers on her feet...you can bet that's me. Three days on your feet is no joke so I'm not proud...if my feet are happy...so am I.  And the strange thing is...they don't seem to hurt until the show closes and then boy oh boy they are screaming in protest and I have been known to walk out to the taxi rank and travel back to the hotel in my slippers much to the amusement of my Fiskars colleagues but it's amazing what a nice hot shower can do and then it's time to enjoy a relaxing dinner with one or two glasses of the old vino before hitting the sack and dreaming sweet dreams of another day of fun and sore feet.
And for those who remember my Asda slippers falling to pieces at the SECC...I have pushed the boat out this year folks...I'll be wearing the creme de la creme from M&S and Sir Stuart Rose will be hearing from me if they don't last the pace.
Toodle oo for now...will catch up with you all later...off to get the polyfilla mixed up...well you never know I might just bump into the gorgeous Geordie Joe tonight and this old girl needs all the help she can get.
Hugs Kath xxxx