I was in a specialist shop today - I am aware that there are some sensitive souls who read this blog so I am trying to choose my words carefully - and the young lady in the changing cubicle next to mine was obviously buying her wedding under-garments - she was choosing from a number of thongs. Now that's fine but she'd brought her fiance with her and the poor boy was sitting in the middle of the shop (and it's only a small shop) trying to keep his head down and his eyes and ears closed. Now maybe he's like my brother-in-law who is a great fan of Trinny and Suzannah and can discuss the advantages of a good bra with the best, but your wedding day trousseau of all things should surely be a mystery until the day/night.
Anyway, ladies, I'll just say that I am thrilled with my purchases and, hey, we're worth it.
My excuse is that I didn't have to pay out for new glasses. Apparently my sight hasn't changed. I find that hard to believe; I think she meant my sight while wearing glasses.
All in all it has been a good weekend so far (I'll reserve final judgement until after the rugby tomorrow). Dancing class last night, the first time since November. And if I'd had the ball gown, the high-heels and the ability to dance, you wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between me and Ginger Rogers.
"There may be troubles ahead, but while there's moonlight and love and romance, let's face the music and dance."
Of course we mustn't forget there is a rugby match tonight. Scotland against England. It is hard: my heart will be cheering on Scotland but my mouth must say, 'Come on, England.' I don't think I really fool anybody though.
4 comments:
Hello Liz - have been reading your blog for ages but have been a bit shy about commenting because I'm English. Hope you won't hold it against me!
The wearing of thongs is something of a mystery to me. I tried one once and still get tears in my eyes when I think of the experience. Did I buy the wrong size? Was I wearing it the wrong way round? Or am I just built differently to others? (probably!)
Not at all, chm, husband's English too.
I was over on your blog just the other day (found the link on Shorty PJs).
I've never even tried a thong. Makes me shudder to think of it! It's when you see a topless girl on the beach in a thong - especially when she's bending over - oh, my word.
why would you voluntarily have a wedgie? who invented the things? they dont even look good, making your bum look like a vast expanse of orange peel! give me granny pants any day!
My stepson calls them bum floss - easy to see why and all too accurate! You can always tell the girl who's wearing a thong beneath her jeans - no VPL at all. It isn't natural. Then there's the current low waister scenario - builder's cheeks and drinker's paunch on a pretty girl, totally unscenic.
So much better to be perfect and safe in Bridget Jones garb.
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