Friday, August 08, 2008
I had the day off today and spent the afternoon wandering around Norwich (at least twice) shopping with The Wiggler. We laughed about fat people, orange (the colour, not the fruit), falling over, brown being the colour of poo, headstones, 100 chicken fajitas and cruising, and we just about managed to buy some clothes, too.
The apology is to Tim: I bought some jeans from TopMan after ridiculing Tim for doing the exact same thing. However, it wasn't my choice to go in there. Wiggler was getting desperate - We'd been shopping for hours and he hadn't bought anything, so we were down to 'The Last Resorts' (TopMan, NEXT and Burton). As he rifled through the sales racks (we'd already looked through the rest of the shop and found nothing of interest), I idly flicked my fingers across the size labels of the bootcut jeans, when suddenly, a fanfare of trumpets sounded as my fingers found a 32W 36L label. And only £12! How could I refuse? The trumpets were in my head, but still, TopMan actually do sell 36 inch leg jeans! I immediately pulled them off the rack, along with the 34W 36L jeans next to them (in case I'd got fat, or they were sparing with their waist sizes). In the boiling hot changing rooms (why are all changing rooms boiling hot?), I went for the 34W jeans first, reasoning that the 32s would probably be too small and that I'm kidding myselves if I think I can comfortably get into them. Just as I was taking them off the hanger, I noticed the style: Slim fit! Bugger. My legs would look like twigs. More so. Sighing, I rehung them and went for the 32s. They pulled on easily, felt fine and buttoned up with room to spare! Yay! So I bought them after flinging the dreadful Slim fit ones back at the changing room attendant.
While waiting for The Wiggler to try on his jeans & T-shirts (none of which he bought), I happened to notice a rather nice ginger! Tallish, fit-looking, short non-pube-like hair, handsome... The only problem was that he was trailing around a child, so he was probably a breeder.
Eventually, we went to H&M in Chapelfield Mall where, after trailing after him, carrying his bags like a lackey, The Wiggler bought a white roundneck T-shirt and two orange tops to go over it: A rolled-up sleeve shirt and a V-neck jersey. He managed to carry them off marvellously, the lucky git. I pointed out the orange & silver T-Shirt I bought a week or two ago and he just scoffed. How rude!
We also spent an inordinate amount of time in Zara trying on jackets. Yes, I know it's summer, but these jackets were absolutely divine! The Wiggler picked up a navy blue bomber-type jacket which looked really good on him, if a little like something a bouncer would wear. I found a military-esque brown jacket that fitted perfectly, and was rather enamoured with it. Then we swapped, and to my chagrin, the military jacket looked better on him. However, the bomber jacket looked better on me!
Now we're dilly-dallying about whether to buy them - They're £80 each, which is a lot of money for something we're not going to wear until autumn, at least. I was going to post pictures of them to get your opinion, but the Zara website is bloody useless and doesn't show them. Needless to say, we didn't take photos of ourselves wearing them in the shop...
I've just spent the last hour and a half writing this in between baking a cake for a friend's birthday tomorrow. I've made another Victoria sponge (I'll fill it with jam and cream tomorrow) as we're due to have afternoon tea in her garden. The weather may thwart us, though - Apparently, it's supposed to tip it down all day! British summertime, eh?