Party Season - 9th Dec...
...and tiring of the advent blog somewhat.
The next couple of weeks will see me leaving the house more often than usual: the party season is approaching. This has meant that I have had to go shopping. And what's in the shops? Party dresses only. I have never been to a seasonal party requiring an outfit like that. And Christmas balls require a different calibre of attire, of course. So I'm not too sure who buys/wears these glitzy little numbers, but perhaps I shall soon have a chance to see. Maybe I should get a job with HSBC purely for the office party.
Clothes shopping is always frustrating when there is the pressure of having to get something specific. And yesterday lived up to expectations. I utterly hated it. At one point I was trying on a dress in a cubicle alongside a woman trying on a (party) dress (perhaps she worked for HSBC). Her husband was sat outside the changing rooms with my Dad, who was trying to pretend that he wasn't bored senseless. The males loudly made jokes about their hate for shopping and how girls try on so many dresses. Well, yes, this is true. I have heard than on average people can spend longer searching for the perfect item when buying a dress than a house. I would like to agree with the silliness of the fact, but dresses are important wardrobe fillers. The woman trying on her party dress wanted her husband's opinion. He responded with "Yeah, yeah I like it. Nice. Looks like a nightie." Poor woman. Is it really so tough to make the right response?
Of course there is currently the added difficulty of having to dart between 15 billion people who have also decided to shop in Lincoln this year. And the Christmas market was on, which meant that there were stalls in my way-a-getting, often selling cowboy hats in the festive colours of red and white. More disturbing was that there were people buying (and wearing) them. Sick and wrong.
Today I am off for bout 2. Fingers crossed I can find something appropriate today. And maybe Dad will stop suggesting that he buys me a dress (that I don't want) instead of my recordable DVD player.
Moon. xxx
The next couple of weeks will see me leaving the house more often than usual: the party season is approaching. This has meant that I have had to go shopping. And what's in the shops? Party dresses only. I have never been to a seasonal party requiring an outfit like that. And Christmas balls require a different calibre of attire, of course. So I'm not too sure who buys/wears these glitzy little numbers, but perhaps I shall soon have a chance to see. Maybe I should get a job with HSBC purely for the office party.
Clothes shopping is always frustrating when there is the pressure of having to get something specific. And yesterday lived up to expectations. I utterly hated it. At one point I was trying on a dress in a cubicle alongside a woman trying on a (party) dress (perhaps she worked for HSBC). Her husband was sat outside the changing rooms with my Dad, who was trying to pretend that he wasn't bored senseless. The males loudly made jokes about their hate for shopping and how girls try on so many dresses. Well, yes, this is true. I have heard than on average people can spend longer searching for the perfect item when buying a dress than a house. I would like to agree with the silliness of the fact, but dresses are important wardrobe fillers. The woman trying on her party dress wanted her husband's opinion. He responded with "Yeah, yeah I like it. Nice. Looks like a nightie." Poor woman. Is it really so tough to make the right response?
Of course there is currently the added difficulty of having to dart between 15 billion people who have also decided to shop in Lincoln this year. And the Christmas market was on, which meant that there were stalls in my way-a-getting, often selling cowboy hats in the festive colours of red and white. More disturbing was that there were people buying (and wearing) them. Sick and wrong.
Today I am off for bout 2. Fingers crossed I can find something appropriate today. And maybe Dad will stop suggesting that he buys me a dress (that I don't want) instead of my recordable DVD player.
Moon. xxx
posted by Moon @ 9:44 am
2 Comments:
At 8:43 pm,
mental_nurse said…
ha ha ha - I am so hoping you unwrap a glitzy, frilly party frock on Christmas morning, and I get the dvd player!
(Not that I need one, but would be highly amusing)
xxx
At 9:35 am,
Moon said…
cowbag!!
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