As a positive consequence from being homeless we’ve had time to spend quality time togther with Husband. Today we had a day shopping in Bath while our border terrier went to the doggie dentist. After lunch at Jamie’s Italian, Husband wandered around mobile phone shops, spending a very long time in the newly opened Apple store, and I did some shopping. I actually managed to buy some clothes at last. While we’ve been on this enforced holiday, I’ve been wearing the few items the removal men didn’t whisk away into storage, as well a pair trousers, knickers and a couple of t-shirts I bought from a Sainsbury’s in Frome. I know I’m being a snob here, but being on holiday wearing Sainsbury’s clothes isn’t my idea of fun. Although I’ve had several positive comments about my black jeggings and white t-shirt combo (I didn’t go mad), I myself don’t feel comfortable in them. So after we left the Babington Bubble, as we passed through a town, I looked into clothes shops wanting to buy a new pair of jeans or a nice summer dress. But along with my appetite for food, my appetite for clothes when I actually NEEDED to shop for them has been non-existent. Isn’t that just typical?
Today was different. Whether it was the magic of Bath, a town which I’ve always loved, or the glass of wine at lunch, but I found a lot of things I could have bought.
In the lovely shop that is Mee on Bartlett Street I tried on a pair of Hudson jeans two sizes smaller than my normal size, this fact alone making the day a happy one. In the end I bought a pair of studded Steve Madden ballerina shoes, at the next door shop, Lux. They were reduced from£105 to £55 which I thought a great bargain.
I also found some great t-shirts on sale at Jigsaw and a couple of tops at Toast. Jeans I still didn’t find, but then as you know if you’ve been reading this blog for a while, I do already own quite a few pairs somewhere in storage (I hope).
So now I’m a little more kitted out for London tomorrow. And the dog’s breath is noticeably sweeter. We’ll have to find him another nickname, as in the past five years he’s been known either as Stinky, Smelly or Mr Dog Breath. Ah, we know how to have fun?