It has been one of those spend, spend, spend days, and we have got through more money than we spend on food in an entire month.
OK, we treated ourselves to lunch out, which was £15.
And I got the DVDs I wanted, so that was another £25.
And we fuelled up the car, a further £25.
And did a bit of Christmas shopping, another £30.
But the bulk of our expenditure today was on me.
Those of you familiar with my blog know how much I hate shopping for shoes or clothes.
Then should I find something I like, I tend to buy more than one.
Hubby had a hospital appointment today 35 miles away. As it was one of the major towns, we thought FIELD TRIP, and despite his appointment not being until after 3pm, we decided to make a day of it and left home just after 10am.
After giving The Precious its virgin outing last week, I thought I could go into M&S where I got my sports bras in 2016 and 2018 and use their measuring service as according to the nurse who fitted me out, they do a range of mastectomy bras at reasonable prices.
Hubby thought, and I agreed, it would be worth a phone call to check as last time they didn’t have my size and I ordered them for home delivery.
Much to my surprise, according to the internet, the store isn’t there any more, so I rang the nearest M&S to us to see if they did lingerie. I was put on hold for over five minutes whilst the guy went to check (he sounded as if he didn’t know what lingerie was and kept asking me if it was lingerie I wanted). Eventually he came back and said he could not find a department number for that particular store so it was obvious that although I had dialled the store’s number direct, I had been put through to a call centre. I wasn’t surprised at there not being anything relevant as this was a new store which is actually an M&S Food Hall, but it was worth a shot.I thanked him anyway and thought about other stores in the town that I’d visited before when shopping for undies. I rang another number, the shop where I bought my jeans years ago (they still fit) and apparently they no longer sell lingerie at all! There were a couple more, but all I could remember was cheap ill fitting underwired bras which was not what I wanted, neither did they have a measuring service.
Hubby in the meantime had got on the internet and found a brilliant site with a wide range of pretty bras both with or without pockets for a prosthetic and looked up their nearest retailer to us.
Hurrah! With a little detour it was in the small town about three miles from the woods where we used to walk the dog, so we were familiar with the road and knew roughly where we had to go.
I rang them this morning and left a message on their ansafone. Half an hour later we tried again, then after posting my local cards and walking the dog, we set off anyway in the hope that they were open and could help me.
En route, we had a call and yes, they still did the measuring service and were open until 5pm, so we said we were already on our way and would see her in about half an hour.
What a lovely lady, and what a lovely shop. She couldn’t have been more helpful, and I had a wide range to choose from in a variety of sizes and designs. She didn’t actually measure, but did fit, as she agreed that bras may be the same size on the label, but styles, manufacturers and fabrics can make them all have different fittings.
I explained what I was after and the size I had bought before, so that was our starting point. She brought out a bra to try, so The Precious was taken out of the box and I tried it on. It was a good fit, soft and comfy, no gaping, puckering or sagging.
She found another four, and also one in a larger cup size, but that was definitely too baggy. I tried them all, The Precious in position in the pocket provided, and I even had a cleavage in one design!
I settled on three, and she asked if I wanted to know how much they each were. I said no as I needed them and once I found something suitable, I tended to buy in bulk.
I nearly had heart failure when the three totalled over a hundred knicker (excuse pun, but there were no matching pants) so she asked if I’d like to put one back. Hubby and I both said no, and she knocked off a few quid for us.
OK, it’s a lot of money, but they are designed for women who have had a mastectomy and are good quality. It’s not as if I shall be buying one every month, and the seams aren’t likely to come undone after a few washes, neither will they lose their shape provided of course they don’t find their way into the tumble drier!
I felt very feminine as they are all pretty with lacy bits, but the best bit is that nothing moves so no more hydraulics!
And there I was thinking I wouldn’t be able to wear my tee shirts in the summer!