We all have our bad days, days when our hair goes fluffy in the humidity and times when the milk has gone lumpy before you realise and turn out a lumpy piece of cottage cheese on to your wheat puffs.
Then there are the days, when you think you might get away with wearing that vintage silk wrap dress, even though you had to make a slight repair to it that morning, whilst you were wearing it. Fine though, you managed to repair it.
Unfortunately there are those afternoons, when your repairs aren’t as sufficient as you thought and the minor spilt seam on your ribcage re-splits to reveal the tiniest portion of your pasty under-boob. Not a biggie really, it’s about 4:30 and it’s under your arm any way. Surely a galloping horse wouldn’t notice?
Take into consideration, that moment when an 89 year old cantankerous Uncle Bulgaria lookalike strolls in, points at you and your vintage wrap dress and says – “you got a big ‘ole in that and your fats ‘anging out” how sweet of him to notice, you might also surmise that Uncle Bulgaria looks like a Weeble and a Weeble you’d desperately want to not just to wobble, but to fall down and with any luck, not get up.
Its also a tough one, when you only packed one sock in your gym kit that morning, so you did spin class with only one sock on. It’s a bit of a dilemma, what’s worse – One sock? Or no sock?