Talking about treats...
Sunday, November 28, 2010
I've repeatedly told myself (and anyone trying to buy me new clothes, i.e.: my mother and other family members), that I will not have anything new as I have no space in my wardrobe. I still have tons of old stuff that is too large to use. I'm giving away bits at the time to people who can make some use of them, and I'm trying to recycle other bits for myself if they can be altered or if they can be used in different ways from their intended purpose. Still, it's taking some time.
Last winter it was great as, with it being so cold I could use most of my old winter stuff by wearing 2 or 3 items of the same clothing at the same time (two pairs of trousers over socks over stockings, a couple of t-shirts under a couple of jumpers, that sort of thing). I looked a bit like the Michelin man but it wasn't too weird. This time round I don't think I can do that as I've lost a bit more weight and it's getting more difficult to pull it off.
Lately it's been quite cold here in London again, below 0 C at times, and I've found it difficult to find suitably warm clothes to go out in, from my old stuff. I can do it, but it's getting harder and harder. So when I saw this lovely coat while out in Camden yesterday I gave myself permission to break my own rules and treat myself to it. Except... it was one size and I couldn't even get my arm in! Same thing with a similar one in another shop. I was venting my frustration out to Mr Gent, telling him how annoying it is that clothes are made for stick insects. It must also be awful for young girls who are a perfectly normal size but can't get anything pretty to fit them properly because they're not anorexics. No wonder a lot of them have so many problems! Mr Gent told me that an ex gf of his was slightly taller than me and pretty slim, and even she couldn't find anything that fit her. His opinion was that manufacturers and shop chains have a target image of people they want in their shops to make them look cool, so they intentionally make things in impossible to wear sizes unless you have the body of a pre-pubescent boy - that way they don't get "fatties" (anyone with a normal body) even through their doors.
I'm glad I'm not 15 - I'm not sure I could have coped with this sort of pressure at that age!