Trust me, baby, curves are in
So I went shopping yesterday to the unfeasibly large shopping centre. I thought I’d get my fix as the kids are off for Easter now, and don’t go back for another – count ‘em – three weeks. I wanted to get some of that sparkly blue nail varnish that Isit was talking about and I thought I’d treat myself to some new smalls (no, not children, I mean undies) and get my food shopping in Marks and Spencers (woohoo! – don’t tell Hubby).
So I’m tootling about in Top Shop and see some adorable knickers with little anchors on (I know, but for some reason they really floated my boat – hah). I have a little rummage around and find that I can have these in a size 6, a size 8 or a size ten. Ah. So then I spot some really cute little white broderie anglaise ones with a yellow trim. Awwww. But once again, I can have these beauties in an 8 or ten. Bugger. I wander out, feeling like the bloody Michelin man, and wonder if I should head to Evans instead. Now I’m sorry, but is a twelve considered obese these days? I don’t consider myself too old or too fat to be shopping in Top Shop quite yet, and I don’t think it’s too much to ask for a little room in one’s pants. Tight elastic, as any woman knows, can ruin a girl’s day worse than a cold sore or a bloody rubbish tip for Cheltenham (no, of course that’s not a reference to your crap tip, J. I think he’s just finishing now).
Coincidentally, Siobhan Hegarty wrote a very interesting piece for the Indo about ‘The Curse of the Yummy Mummy’ yesterday. She argues that us girls are being permanently damaged by our celebrity sisters who drop a sprog and then ping back to a size zero in less time than it takes to down a skinny non fat mocha with sugar free vanilla syrup. And she’s right, but my one objection is that people such as Myleene Klass, who was back in a bikini for a M&S shoot within months of giving birth, get a bit of a slagging too. I mean, blimey, what is it with us women? Not content with beating ourselves up for not being thin enough (I’ve never yet met a bloke that loves a size zero – men like curves too), we turn on each other and start biting chunks out of people like Myleene who look bloody awesome (and drop dead curvy too) in a bikini. The girl needs to earn a living, and I’m pretty sure she worked damned hard for that body. Good for her.
So anyway, I did find some lurvely knickers, with a little frill around them, in the right size. And gorgeous they are too. And when I’m wearing them under my Seven jeans (bargain in TK Maxx), I’m going to do it with a little wiggle, and celebrate the fact that yes, I’m curvy, and yes, I’ve got a bit of cleavage going on, and Hubby seems to like it just fine.
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Oh curves, definitely, nothing worse than a sack full of sticks, pointy and uncomfortable.
Thrifty: I know, she’s stunning isn’t she. She’s on a gorgeousness level with Jennifer Love-Hewitt, definitely. Ugh, and did you see those pics of Joely Richardson recently? What a shame – she used to be so gorgeous too.
Sorry, I use the Jessica Alba scale
You mean she’s got her knockers?
73: Well, I didn’t mean just the knockers but…well, yes I suppose I did actually.
Jen: Freya? Do tell… x
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