Wednesday, 29 January 2014
It's all over....
..... yes, the woman I once was has checked out, left the building and may never be seen again.
Today I did it. I tried not to, and my hand hovered over them for many moments before I took them off the rack and put them into my trolley. But I did it. I succumbed.
I bought some BIG KNICKERS.
Alas, the days of the lacy mini brief, the high leg, and the 'no VPL' thongs are now history, because I have become the woman who looks at the selection of underwear in the shop, and chooses the full brief.
.....and most of us don't look anything like this airbrushed picture of a model in them, do we?
I've laughed through the fact that I haven't bought high heeled shoes for eight years, that my daily footwear of choice is hugh white furry boot slippers, and that I live in baggy patterned trousers and t-shirts, like a refugee from the Glastonbury of 20 years ago. Yet still I was hanging on to the last smidgens of making an effort.
Until the BIG KNICKERS.
(I have a feeling they're going to be one of the best finds of my life, like the furry boot slippers. Ssh! It's just between you and me, okay?)