Did you ever think you would hit a certain age and have this life malarkey sewn up? Well this blog is for those who don’t have it all sewn up and neatly hemmed. For those of us who have hit 40 and still don’t have it all worked out, maybe still don’t know what they want to be or just still run out of the essentials.
Here you can expect me , Vicky a small town perpetually skint carer, married with a demanding brown dog known as Madame Beyonce. Telling you about how I still mess up this business called life, whilst adorning myself in fake fur, sequins and basically anything your average 5 year old girl would choose, like a fat little peacock.
I hope you follow my adventures of what I wear, what I do, what I ate, what I buy and what my fat little peacock heart desires on my little blog.