Because I know you’re all desperately interested in my continuing search for new jeans, it is with great sadness that I come here today to report that Topshop duly updated the stock on their website yesterday, and the jeans I’ve been waiting for, they were not on it. A sad day indeed.
But! But! There is a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel, because as of just a few short minutes ago, I became the proud purchaser of this baby:
It’s a waistband stretcher! For stretching waistbands! So, basically all I have to do to get myself back on the fashion track here is to get out those two pairs of jeans I optimistically persuaded myself I would one day be skinny enough to wear (Never do that, by the way. Only stupid people do that.), dampen the waistband, slip in the stretcher, and away we go. Perfect. I really hope it works, because if it does, I will never have to do exercise again, and will be able to just crank the waistband up a notch every time I grow a size. Great.
Just in case you want one too, I bought the waistband stretcher from The House of Bath, which is one of those companies that sends you catalogues filled with “stunning inventions” such as the giant slipper that you put both feet into at the same time, “stylish” incontinent pants, and things you can use to seal your sandwich bags. If, like me, you’ve ever flicked through these catalogues and thought, “I wonder who the hell buys this shit?” well, now you know.
Anyway, I will report back on the success or otherwise of the stretcher. I really hopes it works because I seem to have entered one of those phases of my life where I have absolutely nothing to wear. This happens to me every so often. There I’ll be, happily getting on with my life, managing to get up in the mornings and dress myself, just like a normal person, and suddenly it happens. One morning I get up, look in the wardrobe, and discover that elves have visited in the night and taken away every single items that fits and/or is nice. I’m then forced to either a) go out and buy new clothes immediately, or b) wander around the house for days wearing one of Terry’s old sweaters and those shorts I bought in the New Look children’s department that time. I’m wearing them now, in fact.
Anyway. Shopping success of sorts, I think. I still haven’t drunk the water, though.