Today I am wearing my new skinny jeans/fat belt combo. Well, I say skinny jeans - but that implies some sort of thinness - and the jeans are not particularly thin material and my legs are certainly no kind of thin. Tree-trunk jeans just wouldn't sell though, would they?
My McFriend (disclaimer - McFriend has nowt to do with McFly - following yesterday's revelations - the Mc is merely a reference to her having accompanied me on the Edinburgh Adventure) has been hounding me to make some sort of alteration to my wardrobe. Comments on baggy trousers, shapeless tops and promises to take me shopping have culminated in me taking action. In a bid to avoid having to go on an accompanied shopping trip (ugh - can you think of anything worse? - Here you go - try this on - gosh - you are a bit lumpy aren't you?) I took things into my own hands and braved the shops on a Sunday in search of a mother's day present. Yes, that's right - went shopping for mother's day present - couldn't find anything for her but trooped home with new pair of jeans and belt for self.
Anyway, I digress. Tried on pair of jeans, which looked suitably tight fitting in order to put McFriend off shopping excursion idea along with fat belt to disguise bulges created by tightness of jeans. Another distressing situation averted and all for just £17 bargain pounds. I only buy the best...
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