How to accessorise crutches

Day 6 in the postoperative House and I've been invited to a gig in Camden this Sunday, to which sadly I will not be going, due to being somewhat incapacitated, on crutches and very tender of hip. I'm still a bit cautious about anybody coming near me; mind you with the amount of Tylex and Tramadol currently in my possession I would probably have cleaned up.

However it did lead me to ponder what would I have worn? How do you 'rock' a pair of crutches?

I don't know that just seems a little bit over the top and perhaps a bit chilly for a British Autumn, however (in the words of Jessica and Heather) may I just say, well played Emily Blunt!

Some of you may remember an episode of Sex and the City, in which Jennifer Coolidge played the part of a slightly unstable lady who had decided to get in touch with her creative side and throw a 'Purse Party'........



Well apparently you can do that to crutches too......

I feel at this point that I shouldn't be mean, as (fingers crossed) I only need my crutches temporarily and that we all take our mobility for granted blah, blah, blah, but DEAR GOD MY EYES ARE BURNING!

These little beauties are called Glam Sticks; which is odd because in my opinion there is only one Glam Stick and it looks like this:

Ballet Bitch xx

Hip Hip Hooray

It's day three in the postoperative house and despite seeing the world through the haze of industrial strength prescription pain killers and anti-inflammatory tablets, I think it's fair to say that boredom is definitely scratching at the door. Put it like this; last night I watched 3 episodes of 'The Hotel Inspector' (back to back) on Fiver and by the end was nodding sagely at Alex Polizzi's advice or maybe that's just the quality opiates kicking in.

Today, armed with 'The Hip Arthroscopy Handbook' (oh yes, have a snigger, but I wage it will be a best seller by Christmas) I've started my postoperative physio regime, which today included a very gentle stint on an exercise bike. The cycling will form a large and important part of the recovery regime, so who knows you might see me in the 2012 Olympic Velodrome yet; perhaps Pam Hogg could design the catsuit, sorry I mean streamlined cycling unitard.

And we could always cut a hole in the back of this bonnet and I could wear it back to front.

Right I think we're sorted; Olympic and sartorial victory here I come!

Ballet Bitch xx