Saturday, 13 November 2010
Or perhaps items of clothing that have been bought for us by our nearest and dearest, that we then feel obliged to wear.
Mr Ayak means well...bless him...he used to buy me clothes for my birthday. Not any more. I tactfully put a stop to it. I had to or I would have been forced to wear a paper bag over my head so that I wouldn't be recognised. Just look at these bright orange dungaree shorts he bought for me when we had only been married a short while:
He bought other clothes for me which I fortunately don't have photos of. It wouldn't have been so bad if he had taken me with him to choose something...but no...he liked to surprise me!
The last thing he bought was about 3 years ago. It was a top/blouse/whatever in a silky material in the brightest of colours...lime green, blue, orange..with a huge bow at the neckline. It was just hideous. I tried it on...and thank goodness it was too small. "That's OK" says Mr A "I'll take it back to the shop and get a bigger size". "Maybe I had better come with you so I can try it on" I suggested, and he agreed.
Well it must have been my lucky day, because they didn't have it in my size so I was actually able to choose something more appropriate. It was then I explained to him that I really didn't need any more clothes. I have enough to last me a long time. So from then on he bought me flowers or chocolates....and this year he bought me a gold chain....which was lovely.
And thinking about the orange dungarees reminds me of my paternal grandmother who used to buy me half a dozen pairs of bright orange stockings (I never wore stockings, just tights) every Christmas. I think they were called American Tan...does anyone remember that shade?
So tell me about your clothing disasters...whether bought by you or someone else.