This was the cry, (well, my Tweet) for help I posted yesterday……..
No – nobody responded and I felt very alone and scared.
Well, actually, I was laughing….lots.
But with that edge of panic to it also!
It would be embarrassing enough to be stuck in a correctly sized jumper or top, where the button has got caught around your hair or where the zippers got stuck, but oh no, I had to go one better…..
And if I had had to ask the (male) shop assistant for help, seeing as he was the only one working on the changing rooms at the time; he would not only have laughed at me because I looked like mutton dressed as lamb, aged 37 in a very low-cut playsuit (like a trouser suit but shorts); but also, that I had somehow managed to squeeze myself into a size 8!
(You know – there is a reason why there are very few photos of me on this blog!!)
All good’ I hear you say – although I couldn’t get back out of it.
It just wouldn’t go over my shoulders!
As much as i pulled and tugged the bloody thing just wouldn’t shift!
I’d manage to pull down one shoulder, only to find the material was a little less forgiving than, shall we say jersey, so only through sheer force did I manage to manoeuvre my other shoulder out from the suit, than the other shoulder merrily popped back in again!
Getting hotter and sweatier
Starting to panic!
Though, all’s well that ends well, and I thought sod it – I’d literally have to force the thing down and if I ripped it, then so be it!
I was free!!
I almost had to sit on the floor to catch my breath..
…and my nerves!!
Ok – so perhaps I was being a little on the optimistic size, which probably should have meant trying to squeeze into a size 12, or at a push, maybe even a size 10, but no Steph, definitely not a size 8!!!
This was the culprit:
All for a love of fashion I
1. can’t afford
2. can no longer fit into!
Pretty and all, but who am I kidding!!
I’ll get one fr the girls instead!
And in the meantime, I’ll stick in the maternity clothes
(only 16 months after giving birth!!!)