99 days until Younger Son gets wed.
After taking my books into Waterstone's I decided, as I was in town, I'd have a look at some wedding-type clothes. That didn't take me long.
So then I browsed through t-shirts. Sadly Husband has afflicted me with his mean streak. Everything I liked my head screamed, 'how much?!'
You know the shop you're in isn't the right one for you when you say, 'that's a nice top,' and it turns out to be a skirt.
Guess I'll have to make do with last year's (and several years before that) t-shirts, assuming we have any summer. But the main reason I wanted a new one was to go with the Monsoon (expensive shop) skirt I bought from a charity shop for £5. It's pretty and, cherry on the cake, it's a size 10 and it fits me. So I had to buy it.
Daughter is going to have to take me wedding-outfit shopping. While I would walk past outfits without a second glance she forces me to try things on and I'm sometimes surprised by the outcome. Sometimes.
That also means we have 99 days to become fluent in Italian ...
2 comments:
Becoming fluent in Italian in 99 days will be a piece of cake .... finding THE wedding outfit might be harder .
I fear you could be right, sonata.
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