This morning, it was so damn cold, I decided to wear the new joggers hanging in the cupboard rather than my jeans.
Bearing in mind I have thrown out my old ones and given the last new-but-too-big to a local charity shop, I was dismayed to discover that said new joggers, albeit in a smaller size than those recently removed from my ownership, hung on me to such an extent, that the legs were halfway along my feet in length, and they were baggier than my jeans!
Hubby offered me his (we wear the same clothes but in different colours) and he wore his jeans as the new joggers were too big for him too! Another donation in the offing.
So into town we went, stopping on the way for new pillows.
Did you know that pillow replacement is suggested every 6 months?
We replaced two last year but ended up buying four as they weren’t high enough, so put two in one pillowcase giving us a total of three each.
Today, we purchased 4 better quality pillows, and the six we had fit in one of the bags they came in. How sad, and flat, is that.
Anyway, into town and the dreaded clothes shopping.
I hate it.
With a passion.
How anyone can enjoy stripping off and getting all sweaty trying on things that are unlikely to fit (or even look good) that have been tried on by equally hot and sweaty females, is beyond me.
So when Hubby suggested going into a sports shop first where we got the pair I was currently wearing (ie: his), I put forward the idea of him trying them on as we knew they’d then fit me.
They didn’t have a changing room, so he took off his shoes and tried them on by the rack.
They didn’t fit, so it meant a trip into the main town afterall. Damn!
We managed to park close to the High Street so we could go into one of the popular mass-produced outlets where clothes are cheap, generous in size for the guys (forget female clothing), and actually fit us both quite well.
I’d rather pay £2 for a tee-shirt and £4.50 for joggers that fade but survive countless washes compared to £10 plus for a top and £25 for branded joggers that you wash once and they shrink so much they are painful and the voice changes.
I’d declined having a new wardrobe after my weight loss because I said I didn’t need anything. How wrong I was, and how happy Hubby was because of it!
He has treated me to TWO pairs of medium sized joggers in navy and dark grey, (we are going back tomorrow to see if they have replenished the rack with the darker colours for him) and TWO medium tee shirts plus a new 4 pack of smaller knickers, total cost £16.50.
The joggers fit an absolute treat, and have sufficient bagginess to allow for some shrinkage. Plus, they are a helluva lot warmer than my jeans!