I’ve never really been into fashion.  The only time I’m ever ‘on trend’ is purely an accident.

Today, for example, I’m wearing a hoody (hood up – it’s been cold in my conservatory today), a HUGE pair of velour tracksuit bottoms that an ex’s Mum gave me, which she bought 15 years ago (doesn’t that happen to everyone?) and a pair of fluffy slippers.  It’s not a good look.  To be fair, I am working from home, but still….

I’ve slowly started getting my winter clothes out and last weekend mentioned to Sister 1 that I don’t like my winter boots anymore.  Partly because I bought them out of desperation when a previous pair fell apart, and partly because that was two years ago and they now look more knackered than me.  Sister 1 pleaded to accompany me on my boot shopping this time round.  Judging by the sniggers, neither she nor Sister 2 appreciate my sense lack of style.  I agreed.  We’re boot shopping tomorrow.

But Sister 1 clearly has aspirations of being a personal shopper.  Today she dropped in with a plastic bag.  She’d taken things a bit further and bought me a pair of jeans and a top that look 100 times better than either I currently own and cost about 1/4 of the price.  And I didn’t even have to leave the house!  She’s so blimin’ organised, she said I needed the right trousers to be able to go boot shopping.

I think I’m just not going to bother with clothes shopping – I don’t enjoy it anyway.  Sister 1 can just bring things to me on demand.  You never know, this could be the start of a whole new Pog.*

*Apart from the days I work from home.  These velour things might look terrible, but they are sooo comfortable :o)

looking good, right?