Handbags & Lipstick

Last Thursday, the Handbags gathered for dinner post Athletics Day.


The night before I had prepped Bobby to be the next Usain Bolt. We were not going to have a repeat of the Marathon. “Bobby, when we run we look straight ahead and go as fast as we can! As d=fast as you can, okay? Like lightning McQueen, always a winner. Mommy was a medal winning athlete, Daddy was… daddy was okay. But we go for gold, okay?”. Babycakes appeared out of nowhere, pouting “Hey! I was a medal winner too!”. “Darling, science and math medals don’t count right now”. The man was making a mockery of what could be the pivotal moment in our son’s athletic career.

Bobby came home the next afternoon, beaming. With a ribbon.

For participation.

I rest my case.

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The Handbags dinner had been organised by our leader, R. R is the iconic Soccer mom; ice blonde mane framing her face just so, ever appropriately attired with eloquent dulcet tones that always have a kind word for everyone. She is the Audrey Hepburn of Soccer Moms to my Lucille Ball.

J looked ravishing as always, I swear she has the most perfect feet I have ever seen. Foot Envy on steroids. The most soft spoken person you ever met, her daughter Em is a complete fire cracker. Last week in gym class she stood up in the middle of some Aussie football demo declaring “We don’t want your free football! We don’t want your free bags! Me and my friends, we are sticking with Soccer!”. Fist pump and all. The gal’s got spirit. Ladies, I give you the future female PRESIDENT of Australia. Remember, folks, you read it here.


Bubbles, of course. Wine flowed freely and peals of laughter. Thank God we had been given a private dining room. Somewhere between Entrées and Mains, Channing Tatums abs had been requested by several someones from the dessert menu from a blushing young waiter. By the end of the night we had formed a pact to attend “Book Club” at our local CineBlue where a private screening of “Magic Mike” 1 AND 2 would loop only the “good bits”.

Myself and some of the Lipstick Mafia, paid for our sins the next morning at Pilates.

I needed something clean for Lunch so Coral Trout Meuniere was on the menu.



I also needed to replenish my cookie Jar, I have been very busy recently. Does it every stop? Anyways, I found this 3 Ingredient Shortbread. It tastes so tasty and no flaouring required… tasting is believing,Girlfriend.


Wintery Brisbane is slowly starting to thaw and somehow I have no shoes to wear?! Seriously, all my shoes have been wrecked by the park… In reality I don’t think I have gone shoe shopping in a year… Yes a YEAR! I dragged Babycakes along with me. before the girl had applied the first of many Lipsticks at Mecca, he was already melting into the floor. Weak. No Stamina, How would he survive the quest for Jeans? LOL…

I found these gorgeous shoes.

High Heels

Can you tell that I love them…


I REALLY love them.


I don’t think I have pretty feet, but with KG, every woman had beautiful sexy feet… I kiss those puppies each night now…

What are your favourite shoes? When was the last time you went shoe shopping? Does your Babycakes sink into the floor as well?

xx BB

Word(s) of the Day

Handbags – Posh mummies from Bobby’s school. have you heard of this cute little designer called LV? yeah.

Lipstick Mafia – other Bettys in Betty’s Life

I’m Betty, and Butter is a story of a full-time suburban SAHM ( Stay-At-Home-Mom) who practices Medicine in her spare time. My life heavily revolves around Babycakes, my husband, Bobby and Ben, my children and an acerbic tongued pug D’Artagnan.

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