You know I said how I wasn’t doing any clothes shopping this winter? I went to the dentist and then on into Norwich, just because I was nearly there already and there was something I did need to buy.
I no longer lack new clothes. Of thirteen garments tried on in three shops (one of the shops was back in Yagnub, mind you, I was on a roll by then), I bought eight of them. And that doesn’t include my venture into the underwear department. Mind you, I didn’t mean to include underwear in my complaint about clothes shopping in any case, because I rather like buying that.
I remember a while ago reading a complaint on someone’s blog about the difficulty of buying cheap bras in larger sizes in the country where she lived, which I think was Spain. And I was a bit puzzled, although I didn’t comment. The comments seemed mostly to be from people who refused to pay more than a fiver for a bra, and I didn’t get it. I’m not saying that you have to pay whole lots for one designed or endorsed by a *name*, but surely every woman needs to get fitted properly and be prepared to spend enough to get something that’ll do its job? Preferably, that’s pretty enough to make her feel good about herself, of course.