One of my aunties has taken to sending me vouchers for christmas and birthdays for the shop which will not be named. I worked for them for far too long back in the day and well…less said about that the better.
At christmas I was rather pleased as the shop was selling those nice patent flats that look like doll shoes. I also like their home wares (that may be why she keeps sending them) but Shep and I have more than enough of everything just now.
I must have done about 5 circuits of the Drake Circus flagship store. Its no good. Firstly I am a size 6 in that shop which limits everything. I can’t quite understand their logic since I am a 10 in Topshop and H&M and an 8 in Miss Selfridge but their clothes are HUGE!
Secondly their version of fashion is this horrible diluted, mumsy, middle of the road, no too low necklines, no too short skirts, its the politically correct of apparel. Gah. Even Marks and Spencer make sexier gear.
So I am still trundling around, rejecting everything. I start thinking….’hmm it’s v hot in the flat, maybe i’ll get some linen trousers to wear around the house’. I select a v wide leg, dove grey pair. They look ok on the hanger. I tried them on, ripped them off imediately and sprinted out of the fitting room! I would say I looked like my mother, but actually she likes tailoring too much and wouldn’t give the offending item wardrobe space. And she’d complain she’d have to shear off at least a foot off the hem. We are very dinky in our family.
I can’t do it. I’m just not ready for middle of the road, mediocre.
I spent my voucher on a pair of this season aviators instead. Another pair of sunglasses which I abosolutely do not need. But I left the store with my soul intact. These are they…