Tag Archive: Fluffy


Fluffy has to cook a meal for friends (including the Playboy).  This came to be because Fluffy rashly promised to cook when the Fluffy’s guardian put in a state of the art kitchen when renovating Fluffy’s flat in the Tower Block.  Of course, when the Playboy comments that the beautiful kitchen was wasted on Fluffy (which is true, but who wants to admit that?), Fluffy invites everyone for a home cooked meal.  At Fluffy’s place, cooked by Fluffy!  *insert head banging here*  Oh when will Fluffy learn not to be rash?

In case anyone is wondering, other than a failed gourmet cooking class way back when Fluffy was fourteen, Fluffy has managed to survive without doing any cooking mainly by eating meals outside.  Fluffy can cook breakfast food.  That is Fluffy’s full cooking repertoire.

Fluffy is determined to serve a wholesome meal!  What could be better than nursery food, right? Right? *insert heavy sigh here*  A hundred years ago, when Fluffy was still in the nursery, Fluffy’s favourite food was Toad-in-the-Hole.  Yes, Fluffy loves sausages.

The Playboy ‘s favourite sausage food was Bangers and Mash, or so Fluffy was informed by the Playboy’s mum.  Fluffy has gotten her hands on some yummy sausages from the gourmet butcher, that is the reason for the all sausage meal plan.

Yay!  Not a total fail!  Well… the food came out right, at least.  The Playboy’s comment?  Leave the cooking to those who love to cook.

Fluffy is thinking of converting the kitchen into an extended library instead.

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P.S:  Fluffy thinks this kitchen is more suitable…

The Fluffy Blonde needs new shoes because she is attending a formal dinner with very proper dignitaries.  The Playboy has just come back from a business trip.  His father has sprung this dinner thingy on him.  Maybe he was feeling tired or jet lagged, but because Fluffy was there when dinner was sprung, Fluffy now has to go with him.  Maybe he was thinking that if he had to be all stiff and polite, Fluffy can learn a thing or two.  He even couriered a beautiful dress.

Alexander McQueen Evening Dress

Fluffy was at work at the coffee house when the courier arrived.  A bit of drama there when the other Baristas saw what was in the box.  Now everyone at work knows of the non-Romance.  The dress fitted fine (a bit tight admittedly, so Fluffy must live on egg whites for the whole week), but needed to be adjusted in length.  Fluffy must heave a heavy sigh here, since that is always the case.

Alexander McQueen Silver Skull Clutch

To match the dress, Fluffy will be using a firm favourite – an Alexander McQueen evening bag.  Its pewter in colour so matches almost everything, including Fluffy’s platinum and diamond earrings, necklace and rings.  The jewellery is not new, gifts from various members of the Playboy’s family for special occasions.

Fluffy is in a ditz.  Dress – check. Evening bag – check.  Shoes – aaargh!

Keep Calm and Buy Shoes

When in doubt, do research.  What would life be without Google?  Anyway, there’s an article “Buy Shoes that Fit Every Time” by Wade Meredith.  The article is old, but it is still relevant.  It was meant to advice readers how to buy running shoes, but hey, shoes are shoes.  Fluffy just needs to find shoes that bling, matches the dress and the evening bag.  The easiest way is to get shoes in the same colour as the bag, failing which, shoes the same colour as the dress.  Shoes the same colour as the dress is a bit boring though, so Fluffy is determined to get a pewter coloured, blingy shoes with sky high heels so as not to be towered over by the Playboy.

Fluffy went shoe shopping pin the afternoon, since the article said to try on shoes in the afternoon when “your feet are fattest”.  Well, Fluffy is at the fattest no matter the time, but still, maybe there’s some sense there.

Ta-da!  Fluffy’s new shoes…

A Fluffy Blonde

Hello world!

Hello and welcome to my blog.

I’ve decided to bite the bullet and put up my first post, although I really haven’t crafted out what I want to say.

All I’ve decided is to tell a story about my place in the world, and about my life-long crush on the Playboy.  The problem with my crush is that it’s not a long distance crush.  The Playboy has been in my life since I was a wee lass and he treats me very well.  He’s rescued me from mishaps that are too many to count, so maybe I’m more of an irritant to him.  Maybe I’m like a beloved pet.  I don’t know.

I’m definitely not like any of the women he’s been with.  They are always the beautiful and exotic types.  I’m the complete opposite since I am under five feet and fluffy.  Oh, and blonde.  Definitely not exotic.

This is where I will be sharing my misadventures.

A Fluffy Blonde