Whenever I’m in Sydney for work, Mrs Woog insists that I stay at her house instead of any swanky accommodation I may be offered.
This is particularly good today for two reasons:
1. There are currently two ridiculously hot Scottish removalists here packing up “anything that’s not bolted down”.
2. The removalists will be taking everything to the new Woogsie abode, where I’m told my accommodation quarters will be significantly upgraded. Fancy schmanz even.
Anyhoo, over vino and Vietnamese last night, Mrs Woog told me I should get you – my readers – to “come out”. She did this yesterday and a gazillion readers who read her blog every day but don’t ever comment revealed who they are and where they read Woogsworld.
At the risk of finding out that I don’t have ANY lurkers and I end up feeling like the significantly less popular kid at school, please tell me who you are and where and when you’re most likely to be lurking here on Styling You …
… and whether your husband/partner has attempted to ban you from here because they just saw last month’s credit card statement.

























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