Dear Bum : What have you done for me lately?

On balance, my bum has been pretty good to me.  Sure, we've had our moments... like, anytime I have attempted to:

• Purchase jeans;
• Squeeze into the corner table of a busy restaurant;
• Perch effortlessly on the middle seat of a  plane; or
• Wear swimwear of any variety (scratch that, I'm looking at you: thighs)  

But honestly, I'd say overall our relationship is a productive one. This week, having been approached by the shoe savants at Hotter and gifted a curve-friendly Silly Old Sea Dog dress by a lovely new pal... I thought I'd take a moment to reflect on what my bum has been bringing  to the table these previous few years.

So I'll admit, it's taken me a lllooooonnnnnggggg time to make peace with my caboose. Through my teens and twenties, I waddled about with utter disdain for a rump which - in actual fact - was a pretty central part to my being, well, "me". Let's reflect on some prior bum highlights:

• Providing an extra comfy seat wherever I go. From a low brick fence to a torture-chamber bed-of-nails, a booty this plentiful has the innate ability to iron out the bumps and fill in the cracks of just about any surface you could possibly imagine.  Very handy when on a 25 hour flight to see my folks or waiting for Lisa to emerge from Barbour.
• Boosting my ghetto street cred to Nicki Minaj-esque heights. Whether I'm wiggling through Harlem, twerking in downtown New Orleans (let's be clear, I have never actually done this) or just popping out for the milk this ol' bag of junk draws a very specific kind of attention. Whatever our collective feelings on cat-calling, my posterior has the kind of afro-gravitational pull that has sparked more than one invitation to be crowned "My African Queen".      
• Utterly hypnotised my wife into falling deeply in love with me. We all know it couldn't have been my sparkling personality.

So, this week - you can imagine my delight when I was able to chalk up a few extra hits of booty bounty. Very kindly the effervescent Last Year's Girl aka Lis Ferla recommended me for a fuller-figured fashion extravaganza hosted by Hotter and Taking Shape (a true blue Aussie outfit now here in Pommieland). With thanks to her and my very ample rump, I  was invited to spend a fabulous eve sipping bubbles and ogling new season styles... culminating in MY VERY OWN PAIR of Sandy Shoes in swoon-worthy flint and light olive. Drool. Factor in the G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S Silly Old Sea Dog dress Lis passed onto me (the colour of which exactly matched my new heels), I'd say I owe her - and my bum - a bottle of bubbles, a bag of doughnuts and a night out on the town to rock this new look. Wouldn't you? 

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The Hotter look.... 

Hotter Sandy Shoes.

Silly Old Sea Dog floral dress with sleeve. I've altered the original size 18 (post to come!).

Prepare to see these puppies on Instagram. A LOT.

Is there a part of you that ALWAYS has your back? Tell me about it!

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