So, today was the day. No more faffing about. No more avoidance and absolutely no more whiney-butt excuses. Like Arthur heading out to slay a dragon, I girded my loins, buckled into my chain maille and set off on a journey so perilous that few live to tell the tale.
Strong of heart and determined, this would be the day I rose victorious from the perils of consumer madness, treasure in hand.
The day I would buy a new pair of jeans!!!!
Little did I know the horrors that awaited me, the seething cauldron of over-heated shopping malls, the treacherous valley of the 2 inch crotch rise and the relentless tide of colours and washes and finishes.
I saw things that no woman should have to see, I saw shop-assistants, whose heads were the largest part of their bodies (like Bratz dolls). I saw jeans so "distressed" that they were held together only with good thoughts. I saw change rooms that looked like nightclubs, with carpet just as sticky........................
(and at this point you will be relieved that this is the only photoless I have ever done....)
I saw my own undies-clad-butt in a three way mirror !!!
I think my arse has been taken over by aliens.