It’s in the jeans…

A funny blog post about shopping for jeans with the hubby by Midlife Dramas in PyjamasFinally managed to talk husband into buying new jeans. He’s only had the last lot for 10 years…so actually I’ve done quite well getting him to agree to a wardrobe update so soon! He declared he needed a couple of pairs in total. I declared he needed a few pairs for ‘every day’ and a few pairs for ‘going out’. Eyes were rolled…

I hit the shopping centre with a look of steel in my eyes. He hit the shopping centre with a look of fear in his eyes. Knew there was limited time before he refused to drop his trousers anymore, so quickly headed to first shop. Husband veered towards comfort fit, I veered towards slim fit. A stalemate – we compromised and met at straight fit.

I selected several in the same size…but different brands. He selected one and declared that all jeans of the same size would fit the same…regardless of brand. Oh dear, how little he knows about clothes shopping. I managed to force another pair into his hands, as he rushed passed me into the changing rooms with his solitary pair.

So – two pairs of the same size, but different brands, had made it in. First pair made him speak with a squeaky voice, second pair needed braces to keep them up. My point was made. He agreed to try on all of my selection…

ONE pair out of the six he’d taken in was deemed acceptable – by me. Left to his own devices he’d have bought the first pair that vaguely fitted, then legged it.

Went on to next – and final – shop; remember there’s a very small window of opportunity before boredom sets in.  However,  something strange seemed to happen between first and second shop – husband suddenly got into swing of things and started picking up jeans with gay abandon. AND willingly trying them all on. AND announcing he wanted to buy them…ALL!

We staggered to the till and watched helplessly as the young shop assistant scrunched them up and forced them into a bag far too small. The restraint on my part required not to pull them all out and re-pack them was immeasurable. I waited until we’d walked away from the till – then did it.

So, a successful outcome all round. A wardrobe brimming with up-to-date jeans.

Now all I need to do is persuade him to throw out all the old ones…

Deck the halls…

snowmanHubby and I went out for lunch to a charming little café with a craft/gift shop attached. Ate a lovely meal then went for a poke around the shop.

Instantly spotted, and rushed over to, a display of gorgeous Christmas decorations. Much stroking, admiring and cooing ensued.  Husband quickly appeared by my side and told me – in no uncertain terms – that I DID NOT NEED any more Christmas decorations. Keep on reading!

“On the fifth day of Christmas, the dress shop gave to me…”

dressesWell, it’s that time of year again – the ‘hunt down a couple of  dresses for the party season’ time of year. Or as I like to call it – the ‘cross my fingers and hope I find something that doesn’t make me look like mutton dressed as lamb, has an air of Catherine Zeta Jones about it (as opposed to an air of desperation), and doesn’t cost the earth’ time of year. Keep on reading!

Does my face look good in this?

cream-1050957_1920Went shopping to get new night-time moisturiser. Night-time and day-time?? Won’t one pot do all? Apparently not.

My current pot is two years old and has sat in hot hotel rooms on two annual holidays. That tells you how diligently I use it, and how ineffective it has probably now become.

I’m already using a serum which is supposed to show results within four weeks. I’ve been using it for four months. I’m still waiting for the moment when I look in the mirror and discover that the old hag has been replaced by a dewy faced, glowing beauty. According to the adverts, that’s what should happen.

Pah – not in my mirror…

I scanned the shelves. It was like looking at a wrinkle-o-meter. At the top, creams for skin just starting to think about throwing in the odd wrinkle – ‘the first signs of ageing’. Next down, creams for skin becoming a bit more determined – ‘with fine lines and wrinkles’. Snapping at their heels, creams for skin starting to win the battle – ‘with deep lines and wrinkles’. Bringing up the rear, and lurking on the bottom shelf, creams for skin that hasn’t just said “hello boys” to the wrinkles, but “hello boys, come on in, put your feet up and can I get you a drink?”- ‘more mature skin’.

The issue with storing products at floor level, is how to get down to them. Are you a bender or a squatter? To squat you need good knees, not be desperate for a wee and be able to balance on your toes – while holding a pot of cream. This leaves only one free hand to steady you, when you start to fall over. To bend you need to be flexible, not wear a short skirt and be ready for your bag to swing round from your shoulder, smash itself into you and knock the pot of cream out of your hand.

Creams for us ‘mature’ ladies should be on the top shelf. Let the younger women, who still have the upper hand with their skin, take up a yoga stance to reach down to the floor level shelf. I’m sure they won’t feel dizzy and sway slightly when they stand up straight again.

Bought my cream and headed home. I’ll let you know if the dewy faced, glowing beauty makes an appearance any time soon…

Oh no! It’s sandal time again…

SANDALS.jpgWent shopping for a new pair of sandals yesterday. Never an easy task.

It’s not that I’m fussy but…

Can’t do ‘completely flat’ because of knackered arches from years of ballet. Can’t do ‘barely there strappy’ because of long knobbly feet which would look more at home on a hobbit. Can’t do ‘ankle straps’ because they don’t hold my feet in place, plus my heels don’t make for pleasant viewing. Can’t do ‘sling backs’ because the sling back slings off and I end up walking out of them. Can’t do flip-flops because the toe thong tickles too much – I have a very low tickle threshold. Oh, and don’t want a pair that say ‘comfy, middle-aged’ or a pair that say ‘stripper’.

Won’t surprise you to hear that I didn’t find any.

Let me know of any of your sandal woes…