Well first of all, my mother informs me on our little shopping trip today, that she was reading my blog this morning and had to stifle her laughter as not to disturb anyone else in the house,
which is slightly disturbing in many ways I feel isn't suitable for on here
.... this is a family blog ...
Now today I was in Ethel Austin,
(Why I was actually in that shop I have
no idea, it was my mothers
''go into random stores you never shop in day'')
anywho, I eyed up a pair of white skinny jeans that I thought looked rather nice considering
... approached them slowly ...
and let them know that if anyone ever returned them,
I'd be there to take them home .
*ahem *
Back to the point .. they were a size *age 10-11*,
and I'm skinny but even my mother was telling me not to push it with the baby pants.
But of course I had to didn't I , so I attempted to find a dressing room to try them on, but cheap arse Ethel Austins DIDN'T HAVE A CHANGING ROOMS .
So yanno ''as you do''
I whisked off the jogging bottoms and
exposed the leotard for all peeping toms to see,
and then proceeded to struggle with my legs to fit into these pants.
Well after 10 mins and alot of short breaths and wriggling,
I managed to do them up and smiled in my mothers
face with sheer and utter pride.
Ahhh how sad
There was just one problem getting them off again ... and NO I did not bother with those little green booty shorts that were giving me the eye !
Still Aspiring
which is slightly disturbing in many ways I feel isn't suitable for on here
.... this is a family blog ...
Now today I was in Ethel Austin,
(Why I was actually in that shop I have
no idea, it was my mothers
''go into random stores you never shop in day'')
anywho, I eyed up a pair of white skinny jeans that I thought looked rather nice considering
... approached them slowly ...
and let them know that if anyone ever returned them,
I'd be there to take them home .
*ahem *
Back to the point .. they were a size *age 10-11*,
and I'm skinny but even my mother was telling me not to push it with the baby pants.
But of course I had to didn't I , so I attempted to find a dressing room to try them on, but cheap arse Ethel Austins DIDN'T HAVE A CHANGING ROOMS .
So yanno ''as you do''
I whisked off the jogging bottoms and
exposed the leotard for all peeping toms to see,
and then proceeded to struggle with my legs to fit into these pants.
Well after 10 mins and alot of short breaths and wriggling,
I managed to do them up and smiled in my mothers
face with sheer and utter pride.
Ahhh how sad
There was just one problem getting them off again ... and NO I did not bother with those little green booty shorts that were giving me the eye !
Still Aspiring
1 comment:
Hillarious, your blog is a breath of fresh air.
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