Buying clothes should be a simple task right? I mean once you have a bit of cash or plastic - card that is and not any body part - off you go and shop to your hearts content.
Well not always, I live in a country where basically I am lucky they have not yet chopped off my head for the simple sin of not been the width size of an asparagus. You may laugh but buying clothes here ain't always a barrel of laughs especially when according to everyone in this country you look like a barrel!!
Granted things are changing ever so slowly, I mean when I first went clothes shopping in France and actually looked for anything larger than a size 14 either I was sent to the back of the shop where these 'large' sizes were stuffed behind old mannequins - no not Jerry Hall the window ones - or else I was sent to the maternity section.
Ah yes there is nothing better than showing the world that you are young, free single by wearing t-shirts saying "Is it a he or a she?" or "Ssh not long now...." , doesn't exactly have young fellas lining up to talk to you - unless they are gay and wanting to adopt a baby with their partner, sigh!!
And then when you were lucky to find some clothing in your size without a baby theme blased across it well it was normally hideous, I mean paisley is really for covering sofas right?
Or better still it had really bright colours that basically meant that astronauts could see me from space "Houston we have a problem - yep Nuala has gone shopping again!"
So called fashion experts must have thought I go shopping drunk therefore I would buy any old thing!
The joke is here I was living in one of the fashion capitals of the world and couldn't find anything to wear!!
I knew that I would never be size 8, well actually thats a lie because I know I will be when I am at least 6 months dead, seriousily I have figured it out, I knew that I would never be so thin that ethiopians would send me food because they would feel sorry for me but I was more or less okay with that but did I have to buy clothes that would make me look like a piece of furniture or someone from a science fiction film.
(Okay now is the time that all my friends will begin to go through all the clothes I have worn in the past and think " ah yeah that was a bit Star Trek-ish" but of course they will remain silent because they remember my black belt - no not a judo one my black belt with the studs - ouch!!!!)
I mean I could see that I was not the only one in this country that liked to live aka to eat so where did they get their clothes?? It was a mystery. And how did I cope with this terrible dilemma? I waited until I went back to Ireland and shopped with my mother - ha I was so sophisticated.
As I said things have changed, I mean I will not be wearing the latest Jean Paul Gaultier unless it is perfume of course because that fits all sizes but now there is more choice and a difference is actually made between my size and maternity clothes - unbeliveable!!
I suppose the fact that my money is just as good as Miss Feed-me-before-I-faint and that I actually do need to wear clothes - apparently there is a law against shopping naked, driving naked, picking kids up from school naked, the list goes on.
So my excuse for not dressing well "The French made me wear it" may eventually have to go but don't expect me to be a fashion icon, that will take a long long time!!
Monday 14 February 2011
Saturday 5 February 2011
Just one weekend
January is becoming an important month in my calender, no not for the sales or start of a new year - new beginnings etc no that is when I get away with my girlfreinds for a weekend in London.
The joy of traveling is reinstated in me for one weekend, why? well for one I only pack for myself, I only have to worry about when I want to eat, sleep, drink or do any other bodily function without taking a vote or having an audience.We stay in a small hotel where breakfast is served to me (and its not even my birthday or mother's day for that to happen), my room is tidied for me, clean towels magically appear in the bathroom just for me..............................its heaven.
We have an extremely hectic programme for that weekend, talking, eating, laughing, go to a show, laughing, drinking, talking, laughing, some shopping, laughing, sight seeing, talking and of course laughing.
You see it is really really busy and everytime we go it has been a different experience so thats good cos you know how I hate to repeat myself!!
Now don't think that when I am at home I am not going round with a face like a slapped bottom - although some mornings I do have to look twice in the mirror to make sure! Or that I cry non-stop while still dressed in my old pjamas (well that is only when I watch the film The Colour Purple). It is just nice to have a weekend off and be just me for 48 hours.
However I have figured out that in many ways I am been a good mother by leaving them for a weekend - why? well I leave the children with their father so he too can enjoy the joys of parenting 24/7
"Pappppppppa where is?????"
"Pappppppppa he won't share with me!!"
"Pappppppppa can't find the toilet roll!!"
And I am a good wife - now he can enjoy bringing them to all their different activities, playdates and birthday parties for two short days
"what time is your football training?" (the same time like every week!)
"where does your friend live?" (the same house for the last five years and you have been there before!)
- although I think for him they are very very long days!!!!
So really I am helping everyone with my weekend away
Ah the sacrifices one makes when one is a good mother!! (yes they should build a statue in my honour).
And of course when I do get back I am fully appreciated for at least 10 minutes.
Everytime I go my children ask me when am I going to bring them to London and everythime I explain that I am actually on a mission - yep I am actually only going to London to check it out for them .
Now granted after five years they are cottoning on to this 'ruse' espectially the older one - the husband. So one day I will actually have to bring them to London but you see I don't know when cos you know I may have to go back a few more times as I think I may have 'accidently' forgotten to visit a few places, ah you see the sacrifices I have to make!!!
So the next question is can I wait until next January?
The joy of traveling is reinstated in me for one weekend, why? well for one I only pack for myself, I only have to worry about when I want to eat, sleep, drink or do any other bodily function without taking a vote or having an audience.We stay in a small hotel where breakfast is served to me (and its not even my birthday or mother's day for that to happen), my room is tidied for me, clean towels magically appear in the bathroom just for me..............................its heaven.
We have an extremely hectic programme for that weekend, talking, eating, laughing, go to a show, laughing, drinking, talking, laughing, some shopping, laughing, sight seeing, talking and of course laughing.
You see it is really really busy and everytime we go it has been a different experience so thats good cos you know how I hate to repeat myself!!
Now don't think that when I am at home I am not going round with a face like a slapped bottom - although some mornings I do have to look twice in the mirror to make sure! Or that I cry non-stop while still dressed in my old pjamas (well that is only when I watch the film The Colour Purple). It is just nice to have a weekend off and be just me for 48 hours.
However I have figured out that in many ways I am been a good mother by leaving them for a weekend - why? well I leave the children with their father so he too can enjoy the joys of parenting 24/7
"Pappppppppa where is?????"
"Pappppppppa he won't share with me!!"
"Pappppppppa can't find the toilet roll!!"
And I am a good wife - now he can enjoy bringing them to all their different activities, playdates and birthday parties for two short days
"what time is your football training?" (the same time like every week!)
"where does your friend live?" (the same house for the last five years and you have been there before!)
- although I think for him they are very very long days!!!!
So really I am helping everyone with my weekend away
Ah the sacrifices one makes when one is a good mother!! (yes they should build a statue in my honour).
And of course when I do get back I am fully appreciated for at least 10 minutes.
Everytime I go my children ask me when am I going to bring them to London and everythime I explain that I am actually on a mission - yep I am actually only going to London to check it out for them .
Now granted after five years they are cottoning on to this 'ruse' espectially the older one - the husband. So one day I will actually have to bring them to London but you see I don't know when cos you know I may have to go back a few more times as I think I may have 'accidently' forgotten to visit a few places, ah you see the sacrifices I have to make!!!
So the next question is can I wait until next January?
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