After yesterday’s nonsense I decided that the only thing for it was to take myself off into town and have a shop. I’m going to a wedding on Saturday and needed a dress. At least, that’s what I was telling myself.
Now, while I can easily spend hours browsing through make-up and beauty products, I’m not exactly a patient person when it comes to shopping for clothes for a number of reasons:
1. Over the last five years I’ve put on quite a large amount of weight, which means that I now have a big ass to go with the large hips that all the women in my family have inherited from my grandmother, so finding something that a/ is in my size and b/ is flattering to my pear shape is quite difficult.
2. If I do actually find something, it’s inevitable that I can’t afford it.
3. I don’t particularly make an effort to look my best when I’m trudging around, so it’s a frequent occurrence that shop assistants are rude and unhelpful (make-up assistants at a very well known brand are particularly awful in my experience) and it’s not uncommon for me to be followed by some sort of security guard who has clearly made the assumption that I’m going to steal something and is waiting to pounce on me.
This morning I decided to adopt the ‘f*ck it’ attitude and after a quick wash and change I found myself standing outside The Bullring just as it opened. I looked a mess – my jeans, old running shoes, a t-shirt and my big padded coat that I like to refer to as ‘the sleeping bag’ were complimented with yesterday’s make-up (don’t judge), and in-need-of-a-deep-condition hair that was tied back in a manner that reminded me of Janet from Two Pints of Lager.
However, today I didn’t care. I was going to shop.
And shop I did! Ok, it wasn’t quite a ‘shop-till-you-drop’ six hour excursion that I’ve seen my mother do on countless occasions, more of a ‘shop-till-your-feet-get-a-bit-sore-and-then-sit-down-with-a-cigarette-and-a-sandwich-for-a-while’ type thing, but it was indeed a successful day. Why?
1. I’ve been successfully losing weight since the start of the year. Nothing major, just a lb or two a week, but this meant that the first dress I tried was too big and I had to go a size smaller! Yay! And it was in the sale! Yay! And it looked awesome! Yay!
2. I chanced my luck and went into a store that I haven’t been able to shop in for a while, simply because they don’t make clothes in my size. I tried on a skirt… And it fit! Yay! And was also in the sale! Yay!
You get the idea – the process was repeated with a beautiful top, which was also in the sale and fit really well.
There was one rather strange incident as I was walking back up towards the bus stop, however. A woman who was working on a small beauty counter stopped me. I couldn’t quite work out where she was from, other than she was middle eastern. This was genuinely the conversation we had:
Her: Hello! Your skin tone looks awful.
Me: Why thank you!
Her: I have something for you. You sit. (She pointed at a chair)
Me: No thanks, I’m happy with the products I use.
Her: No, you sit down.
Me: No thanks – I have to go but thanks anyway.
Her (really aggressive and angry): I give you this then if you rude. (She shoved a couple of samples at me – they were face creams that contained red wine)
Me: No thanks, I’ve got really sensitive skin.
Her: Go away then. (She made a shooing gesture with her hand.)
And the customer service award goes to… I couldn’t help but laugh. I’ve done a lot of work with beauty and hair consultants in the last year or so but this was certainly a new experience – I’ve never had anyone call me over and then tell me to go away before.
I spent a little more than I should have done. Ok, I spent a lot more. Oops. Totally worth it BECAUSE THE CLOTHES FIT ME!
And the wedding? It’s going to be at a zoo, so let’s see what I’ll decide to wear on Saturday morning! I’m thinking my skirt would match the chimps…
What about you guys? What have you been up to today?