Did you miss me?

So, given that it's the last day of November, and the post directly below is dated the first, I think it's safe to assume I've had a fairly busy month.

Here's what I was up to while maintaining blog silence...

• Sent 11 different magazines to print in the space of two weeks
• Got promoted
• Celebrated Le Boyfriend's 30th birthday
• Flew in a helicopter from the V&A to Constantia Uitsig for a picnic
• Found my perfect pair of stripey, peep-toe wedges
• Climbed Table Mountain (okay Le Boyf says I can't say that, because we just walked up Constantia Nek and down Skeleton Gorge, not up up the mountain, but still)
• Danced in my first contemporary show at the Magnet Theatre in Obs
• Didn't ghd my hair for nearly the entire month

See? Busy girl.

Movember madness

Okay here we go. Movember. The month of the great unshaved. Thirty days of failing to recognise your loved ones because they are all now sporting The Trucker, The Connoisseur or (shame) The Wisp. And yet, it's for a good cause in the end, so we shall smile and pat our boyfriends and brothers on the back while they wear their primary male sexual characteristics with pride.

Boyfriend, who has been cultivating a rather impressive beard of late (tell anyone I said that and I'll deny it), Whatsapped me the following last night:

I have no more power. The beard is gone. I am cleanly shaven. 

The rules of Movember are clear. Now for the 'tache...

And so, since I am lacking in the chin fuzz department myself, I've joined Le Boyfriend and his posse's Movember team (support us here please please please). Also, herewith, please find my graphical support for Movember Madness:

Who are you going to be, man?

I'm seriously looking into where I can find one of these mus-tutus...