Ok...I've spent the whole summer packing up our house, renting it out and moving kith and kin to another country. I've settled the kids in school and the dog in the house and after nearly 11 months without visiting a shop, store or magasin....I am down to 1...yes ...ONE...threadbare pair of jeans.
So I had to pick up hubby at Lyon airport on Sunday...although crotchless might be “all that” in some bedrooms, it certainly not the thing in the arrivals hall.
So I thought I would take myself to the big smoke (pop circa 2 mill) a day early to shop....an activity which I loathe...hate...intensely. Particularly in France where they don't even do rubber gloves in my size, not to mind shoes. I went into a jeans store today and whispered a request for my size....rien! I not fat (although the candid shot above taken by my 2yo ex-daughter seems to suggest otherwise ;()... Ok so I have one roll when I'm relaxed and I'm big and tall. I beat all those skinny mares to the top of a mountain any day...I can run 10k no prob...justification over. I need something casual to cover my big butt...urgently. I will have a 2 yo and 4 yo and dog in tow....so where in the name of God should I go in Lyon? I'm all for personal shoppers...that's what I did the last time I went shopping and it was fantastic.
Later the following day……….
I have to say though that the shopping experience lived up to my worst nightmare. IT WAS HELL...ALL 2 hours of it.
I felt like Grandma down from Walton’s mountain...both in appearance and reaction to the big smoke. Cept grandma Walton wouldn't have a 2 yo clinging onto her leg for dear life and a 4 yo whinging and running off.
I’ve lived in a city for the last 20 plus years and only returned to rural life a month ago. Already I get what my family say about coming to the city. The noise, the rush, those young hooligans hanging around….all pretty intimidating when you get used to Waltons mountain.
With the benefit of my compass and shouting at the kids to shut up…I found the mega-mall in Lyon. I wrote my phone number on both kids arms as the risk of loss was high given that the mall was like an ant-hill of people and the kids were not supportive of my quest.
On arrival in Gap and I immediately located 2 promising jeans and approached the changing area to find a long queue...I was raging and just threw the jeans there and limped off (2yo yo attached to leg) I went to C+A and again no problem got 2 pairs of jeans...tried them on successfully and literally queued for 45 mins to pay....there must have been 150 people in the queue...I kid you not.
Both kids proceeded to have a mega-melt down bringing the experience to a close.I have a suspicion there was a special sale or even on on yesterday ...called Nuit Blanche? Anyhow my new jeans are not as comfy as ye olde Marks & Spencer ones...one pair slides down requiring attractive thumbs-in -loops hiking up on a regular basis and the others are a smidgen short....just enough to look nice and nerdy
But hey...better than crotchless right ?
So I had to pick up hubby at Lyon airport on Sunday...although crotchless might be “all that” in some bedrooms, it certainly not the thing in the arrivals hall.
So I thought I would take myself to the big smoke (pop circa 2 mill) a day early to shop....an activity which I loathe...hate...intensely. Particularly in France where they don't even do rubber gloves in my size, not to mind shoes. I went into a jeans store today and whispered a request for my size....rien! I not fat (although the candid shot above taken by my 2yo ex-daughter seems to suggest otherwise ;()... Ok so I have one roll when I'm relaxed and I'm big and tall. I beat all those skinny mares to the top of a mountain any day...I can run 10k no prob...justification over. I need something casual to cover my big butt...urgently. I will have a 2 yo and 4 yo and dog in tow....so where in the name of God should I go in Lyon? I'm all for personal shoppers...that's what I did the last time I went shopping and it was fantastic.
Later the following day……….
I have to say though that the shopping experience lived up to my worst nightmare. IT WAS HELL...ALL 2 hours of it.
I felt like Grandma down from Walton’s mountain...both in appearance and reaction to the big smoke. Cept grandma Walton wouldn't have a 2 yo clinging onto her leg for dear life and a 4 yo whinging and running off.
I’ve lived in a city for the last 20 plus years and only returned to rural life a month ago. Already I get what my family say about coming to the city. The noise, the rush, those young hooligans hanging around….all pretty intimidating when you get used to Waltons mountain.
With the benefit of my compass and shouting at the kids to shut up…I found the mega-mall in Lyon. I wrote my phone number on both kids arms as the risk of loss was high given that the mall was like an ant-hill of people and the kids were not supportive of my quest.
On arrival in Gap and I immediately located 2 promising jeans and approached the changing area to find a long queue...I was raging and just threw the jeans there and limped off (2yo yo attached to leg) I went to C+A and again no problem got 2 pairs of jeans...tried them on successfully and literally queued for 45 mins to pay....there must have been 150 people in the queue...I kid you not.
Both kids proceeded to have a mega-melt down bringing the experience to a close.I have a suspicion there was a special sale or even on on yesterday ...called Nuit Blanche? Anyhow my new jeans are not as comfy as ye olde Marks & Spencer ones...one pair slides down requiring attractive thumbs-in -loops hiking up on a regular basis and the others are a smidgen short....just enough to look nice and nerdy
But hey...better than crotchless right ?
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