Day 4
Day 2
Ever since I was young I've always found the lingerie department rather disconcerting. So disconcerting in fact that for a long period of time in my youth I would quite simply just avoid it. If my mother wondered towards it I would find an entertaining toy and refuse to move onwards. It seems like an irrational place to not want to go doesn't it? Let me explain you see the thing that I found disconcerting was that there were always women in this section. They pull a piece of racy red negligee out from the rack and you're forced to imagine them wearing it. That's just unpleasant. I don't want to know what kind of underwear people are wearing and even more importantly I don't want to have to imagine what they look like in that underwear. It's distressing. You may be thinking 'Camilla that is so weird I swear you must be the only person who does that,' but I have one question to ask you if an elderly woman is holding a babydoll dress up to her chest then...? It's just plain wrong. Overall the problem which I have with lingerie departments is that you're seeing the underwear which isn't meant to be seen. Call me a prue but there are just some things that you don't want random strangers to know about you.
That's why I should really consider buying my unmentionables online. Noone would be able to see me and I wouldn't have to deal with anyone else. Seems perfect doesn't it? Except for one slight problem... Your bra most likely wouldn't fit. When I watched a special on bras with trinny and susannah a few weeks ago then they said that biggest cause of women looking frumpy was not having a properly fitted bra. I don't want to look frumpy. So it looks like I'm forced to go into my bra store and have a fitting. That has to be the most awkward part of the whole thing. I'm quite a small woman if you get what I mean. So whenever the woman comes in to make sure that the bra fits she inevitably says 'you're quite small aren't you?' I feel like responding with 'really I didn't know!' But instead I stand stock still with my stomach sucked in so I look a slender as possible so she won't judge me. It's all very uncomfortable. I mean on the street if I saw someone staring at my boobs I would think that they were a perv and if they were substantially older than me I would think that they were a paedo... but for some reason as soon as I walk into 'Bendon' then all of the rules change.
3 Good Things
*Buying a birthday present
*Listening to my iPod while driving.
Finally getting a mint nightie!
After Dinner Mint: I always find that I leave it until the last moment to get ready... Bad move.
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