“This was the only jumper I could find,” said Bee, coming downstairs wearing a black cardigan she had pilfered from my chest of drawers, “you need more clothes.”
It’s true. I am notoriously bad at buying clothes. I have several issues with it. Firstly, I find it difficult to justify spending money on clothes when technically I already have some. It’s not like having an empty fridge, where you have to buy at least a token tub of hummus and some yoghurts to not look like you’re neglecting your children, because there are actually clothes in my wardrobe. I have things I can wear, so buying more feels a bit greedy.
Secondly, I hate trying things on. You get all flustered and sweaty, and then you look in the mirror and see your thighs at angles you never normally see them from and you just want to cry. That is not my idea of fun. Thirdly, I apparently have no dress sense, so my kindly family have told me many times over the years. Rude.
In Joe Browns though I have found the solution – they are very reasonably priced, they deliver, so I can try on everything in front of my carefully positioned mirrors at home, and finally, everything is so lovely that even my mum surely wouldn’t be able to question my taste? Also, a lot of things have flowers on, which is my Best Thing when it comes to clothes. View Post