I think Mommy has a fabulous haul of arm candy from her 2 weeks in Paris. Together, Daddy and her will have a 160kg baggage allowance, but there's no way they can carry all that. It'll be insane. I'm going to arrange shipping for some of her stuff and have the man carry another batch back since he's going to fly home earlier than them. I bet that the shipped boxes will reach home before they do. Heh.
On her way back to London from Paris, Mommy gave me a very creative list of dress labels and asked for my clothing sizes. Tsk. I told her to stop shopping for me. She's insistently ignoring that. Her credit card has already sizzled lots in Paris for me. She has another 3 weeks in London. Obviously, she isn't quite done with Oxford Street, the New and Old Bond Streets. She's saving the man alot of work. Ha. The man is just gleefully meeting his parents for dinners when they're in London and doesn't have to bother about fulfilling my shopping list because his mommy has done all that! But I made the man stock up on bottles of our favorite shower gel from Boots. He has plenty of luggage space too.
For the easy ones, I simply flung open the wardrobe and jotted them down. Those are brainless because they're my favorites and I always know their current sizing and cut. For some, I just made a rough guess. But for the rest, like Pucci and Bally, I don't know those sizes. Anyway, bright and early this morning, after pilates and breakfast at Hediard, 3 girlfriends and I trotted off to the shops.
The danger in hitting the shops is in all the random distractions. I wandered into DKNY and promptly fell in love with many items. Clothes fit me so much better now. In this slimmer silhouette, I also seem to be able to wear a wider range of designs and patterns as compared to looking really disagreeable previously.
I tried 6 dresses in colors that I don't normally wear and in designs I wouldn't typically pick. Surprisingly, they didn't look too strange! I fit DKNY's Size 2! Nice! It's not that easy to find clothes made in fabrics or cut the way I prefer. A little boring, but hey, it works for me. That's probably why I stick to the same few labels. Staring at the mirror in the changing room, resistance was futile. Those bad girlfriends of mine babbling outside didn't help. I thought really hard and went home with these 3 pieces.