And then I find out that BHS is closing down.
Stuck between a rock and a hard place.
I jest of course as I think Chelsea Girl closed down before I was big enough to shop there. I just latched on to my sister and followed her round while she spent her hard earned fiver from her Saturday job.
As for BHS, may it rest in peace with it’s good friend Woolworths in pic ‘n’ mix heaven.
Not somewhere I’d shop for clothes but the home section was fab.
Anyway, I’m digressing so let’s get to the point.
Fashion through the age ranges.
For the purpose of this blog, I’m not sure whether I should describe myself as 40+ or fifty minus but what I want to talk about is accommodating body changes and style preferences.
Too much salad and Prosecco together with a slowing metabolism and a whip me whop through the 40s is scientifically proven to have an effect on body shape. I have this information from a good source. The mirror.
There is a randomness to these changes – like suddenly acquiring someone else’s boobs, shoulders, arms, back and middle. The whole top section in fact. You don’t see it coming gradually. You just wake up one day and it’s like, well – there. On your body.
I’ve spent my whole life wanting bigger boobs and having been gifted a few cup sizes around mid 40 (yes it shocked me too!), I realise why everyone bemoans them. They make clothes look different. They are uncomfortable and bras itch like mad.
I have walked around my favourite stores only to berate them in the changing room for changing their sizes (and styles). This is a combination of some retailers being a bit stingy with the material and my delusion in not noticing my new top half sooner.
I’m nothing if not persistent but after trying to get something past my shoulders in the tenth shop, hoping the material will give so I can at least move my arms, one can become despondent. The fact that it leaves me sweating buckets (yes that as well, the little bugger) – well what can I say.
Anyone nodding along?
Unlike Alice in Wonderland, when something says “Eat Me” and “Drink Me” – I do not shrink and fall down a rabbit hole. Fall down yes – rabbit hole – definitely not.
More like eat a muffin top and you get one. Smug cow in her blue and white dress. Those jam tarts do come back to haunt you though Alice. Especially the yellow ones that are always left in the box.
Don’t say I haven’t warned you.
I have realised that I have to take some responsibility for my new ‘grown-up’ shape.
There really is not much to be done about it other than the usual but it does mean a different way of looking at clothes. A new way to address the extras.
I shall certainly mourn the old figure.
But moan I will not – nor is this a quest to be on the front page of Vogue, I have always been one of those lucky people that never had to worry about my weight or my plate. It’s more of a nod towards feeling comfortable and changing things up a little bit.
On the body front, I don’t want to have to keep hoiking things up or pulling them down. I want my clothes to stay where I put them. I also want them to shake hands and meet in the middle. Just get along really – not that hard is it!
So it’s about comfy staples – those beautiful Mars Bar gems that you really can work, rest and play in. Simples. So time to find said little numbers.
This I think will be the bit that takes a bit longer. No longer the quick dash round picking up the stinky small sizes and being through the till in five minutes. More I see shopping as being more of a one item thing, it will probably require detail and said item will have a history of helping people like me.
A wise garment.
It will probably have a top end price tag too.
Outwardly I will still be the same me as before but inwardly I will know that it’s OK to have that extra glass of Prosecco and piece of cake because I have space in my wise garments for these eventualities.
Bang on trend but still able to bend.
This shall be my new style guide going forward.
I have a few places in mind but any suggestions would be most welcome if you have been on a similar journey.