May 2008 Archives

I was listening to a radio station this week on which they were debating the etiquette of guys going topless in the heat.
The sad truth is that unless a guy has the best body on earth them whipping their tops off is just distasteful.
Looking at pasty wobbling flesh is not a pleasant prospect believe me.
Roll on the winter.

With the sudden outbreak of sunshine I decided it was time to invest in a pair of sandals.
Visiting a couple of shops in the city centre I watched various women trying on shoes and sandals - all with bare feet.
Surely it is unhygienic for people who have been tramping round the city centre in the heat to then put their sweaty feet into shoes which other people may buy?
I would have thought shop assistants would insist that people only try on shoes when wearing something on their feet.

Am I the only woman in Birmingham who finds buying jeans the most stressful shopping experience?
Why is it that a pair of jeans which looked amazing on a fashion spread look like a sack of potatoes when I try them on?
Why is it that jeans which fit snugly round my bum could fit in two people at the waist?
Why do jeans come in short, regular and long but there are never any shorts on the rail?
And why do I need a size 12, ten and 8 in different styles all in the same shop?
I faced all of these questions last week when I went shopping for, you guessed it, a pair of jeans. Despite trying on just about every pair in the entire city centre I eventually gave up and kept my hard earned cash for another day.
A male friend tells me it is just as difficult buying jeans for guys but I find that hard to believe.

Now I love the warm weather as much as the next person, but how come when I looked out of the window to see the sun shining this morning, I was filled with dread?

Not because I had a sudden aversion to bright skies, or longed for winter mornings, but because I realised that I now have nothing to wear!!!

Packing away the summer clothes into the loft seemed such a good idea last September - but now I need them!

So now I face hours of trawling through last summer's clothes, deciding what can stay and what MUST go - not to mention a scary trip up the loft ladders!

And when I venture home from the office this afternoon in a jumper, wool coat and designer sweat patches, I'm sure the job will seem all the more necessary!