And then I snagged my skirt on something getting off the train. An awful tearing sound, and I looked down to see my favourite black skirt in tatters. It's nothing very special; just a straight, knee-length skirt with a split up the side and that split decorated with black sequins, but I've had it for yonks (since Oct '96, if I remember correctly) and it's always been my first choice if I had to choose a little black number...it could be dressy, but it could also be worn casually, like today, and now it's ruined. Stupid train!
And since I've started relating my wardrobe woes for the day, let me just continue by saying how much I hate shopping for bras. Especially since Marks & Sparks have left the Continent. A recent glance in my underwear drawer has convinced me that I'm going to have to spend some time getting some replacements in, but I'm not looking forward to it.
Lingerie shops are a nightmare with their sweaty little fitting rooms and eagle-eyed shop assistants, who will take one look at your bust and decide it needs shoring up by the kind of scaffolding that in the early 1900s your greatgreatgrandmother would have already turned her nose up at. If you do find one that isn't too ugly and uncomfortable, the price tag attached is usually enough to give you a small heart attack. I wouldn't mind if the bloody things would a) fit perfectly and b) last more than 3 turns in the washing machine, but it seems they rarely do. They certainly never meet both requirements at once: they either fit OK but fall apart at the first opportunity, or are durable but the underwiring pokes painfully into your flesh at the side. And even though they claim that they're all standard size, I've found that one D-cup can comfortably hold a lot more boob than another, while I further suspect that my boobs aren't at all standard to begin with.
I bought a new bra this weekend. It was priced down and seemed to fit, so I took it, even if it wasn't very pretty. It's a sports bra, so I suppose it's meant to be functional rather than decorative. And yes, it's wonderfully shock absorbent as it promised to be, but now that I'm wearing it, I find it does have a few drawbacks: the straps cut into my flesh somewhat and I can't adjust them, and my bust gets squished together in such a way that my decolletage gets sweaty and itchy. So, that's the first and last time I buy a sports bra! I thought they might be easier to wear; turns out they're just as horrible. Stupid bras!
And then, to round off my morning of misery: the tickets for Kane's showcase had sold out instantly. Stupid tickets!
Anyway, I had my hair cut the other day. I'm much happier with it now.