I took the day off work, on principle. Unfortunately I had to go shopping.
I don't really do shopping. I might like shopping for clothes if I was younger, richer or thinner. Unfortunately these three things have never happened concurrently. Instead, I panic buy once or twice a year when one of the following happen: a business meeting/conference/job interview; the realisation that none of my clothes fit; or the shock arrival of summer.
So I went shopping this week. But it wasn't too painful.
I learnt a few annoying thing:
When it's summer, the summer clothes are 'just finishing'.
If a shop categorises its sizes as S, M, L etc, chances are that L does not mean size 16.
And I learnt a few encouraging things:
Half the women I saw were fatter than me. (Yes, I know it shouldn't matter. I'm just shallow. Or vain. Or something.)
Of those who were thinner than me, at least half were worse dressed. Maxi dresses? Playsuits? (Is that even a real word?)
Brothel creepers are in the shops. Which means my footwear is on trend again.
Vintage-style lacy dresses are in all the shops. Which means my genuine vintage lacy dress is on trend too. Now, I just need to check whether it still fits...