Somehow my mind and taste has not progressed since 1985. I'm mentally stuck in a place where the idea of wearing middle age appropriate clothes fills me with repulsion. My 16 year old self refuses to vacate the part of my brain reserved for fashion sense. It is an actual problem...there should be some form of therapy for this mental issue!
I found myself admiring the funky slogan vests with "I'm the one your mother warned you about" then thought what the hell was I doing!! The only reason that would apply to me would be if I became a Cougar-like stalker of young men. Their mothers would most definitely be warning their sons against the strange, greying lady, in the "mutton dressed as lamb" ensemble, who was giving them the eye. Wrong on so many levels! The slashed sided T-Shirt with a rib cage design on it also struck me as being pretty cool...again, I could just visualise my pasty belly and nursing bra showing through the slits which were designed to show the taut, unstretchmarked flesh I had as a teenager!
The clothes I liked didn't seem to be available in a size above a 10 (probably for the best to be honest). Teenaged daughter Ella happily pointed out that I could buy them for her instead, and with her amazingly svelte six 6 figure, she is definitely a better brand ambassador than I could ever hope to be.
So I returned from my trip empty handed bar a sensible beige cardigan which was reduced in Primark. (Ooh get me!! Rock and roll or what!) So, I'm back to square one without my uber cool outfit for Cybermummy. But at least I know that next time I hit the shops I should probably head off to M & S or somewhere a little more age appropriate!!
|Me in 1985 rocking the animal print/pyramid look!!|