Remind me that it’s time to venture forth to Wimbledon. I’ll be honest with you, I’m not the sportiest person ever but I do like a bit of camaraderie. ‘Team Spirit’ and all that.
My Mum however adores it and for such a petite Lady like person, can roar like a lion when its ‘match point’. I tend to just look at whose wearing what and hunt down the strawberries. My sister and I were even given tennis lesson as pre-teens but to no avail, she bunked off in search of something much more interesting to do and I put too much gusto into it I just got sweaty thrashing the racquet around as if swatting an annoying fly. Zero co-ordination the coach said. Sorry Mum.
Whilst swatting up on the Wimbledon web I noted down the Players dress code ‘strictly no flouro’ well it would be distracting to see your opponent galloping around in a psycedelic ensemble. If I were Sharapova or one of the Williams Sisters I would keep my outfit pristine white but have the most beautiful, coloured lashes inserted into my lash extensions. Fabulous!
Talking of fab.. I clicked onto the Wimbledon shop and squeaked with delight, I could live without a set of balls or a towel but simply must have a cute pendant and OMG a Lavazza coffee machine in purple green and white. Game set and match!
For rainbow lashes to add a little flash of colour have a peek in the AHF shop.http://wholesale.ahfrancis.com/product.php?xProd=35&xSec=12
