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)