Last weekend Johnny and I went out to look for a birthday present for me and we found another boutique with pretty things, over-priced, but pretty nevertheless. I saw a grey and dusky pink silk dress which was slightly flouncy and had embroidered bits and pieces – a girly party dress. Ignoring the fact that I'm probably not of the age for girly party dresses I decided to try it on and proceeded to ask the lady for one in my size. And here we move into the first thing:
1. She looked at me and said – 'you're a small, right?' (I thought this may be tempting fate)
and the second
2. She brought out a size small and I tried it on and it fitted without straining and I didn't look like an elephant in a tutu. However, it just didn't suit me and there was something not quite right about it. Previously I thought that frocks like that were wrong because I wasn't slim enough but it had nothing to do with that – they just don't suit me.
A few years ago in a similar boutique I asked the assistant if she could get me the next size up and she bellowed across the shop that I already had the LARGE. I am quite aware that the description of clothes being small and large is entirely subjective – especially when subjected to ESPRIT sizing. However, this does lead into number 3.
3. I am wearing size 10 jeans and am breathing.
Jeans are not a birthday present, are they? I'm quite right in thinking that I can go off and get something else?