A week into the blog and I'm slacking already but I think you should know that, in my spare time, I write politics-related articles for politics-related magazines, and as it's been one of the most hectic weeks EVER in UK politics, I've been busy as a bee, a very busy bee. As much as I want to rant and rave about the current political situation, I won't. Instead, I'll be ranting and raving about sizing, clothes sizing. Please focus your line of vision on the pink monstrosity above. I expect you've found it by now, it's hardly inconspicuous. To be fair, I ordered it. Nobody was holding a gun to my head but, in my defence, I had imbibed two glasses of prosecco. Long story short: I decided I needed a neon pink, happy-face, dress thing more than anything else in the world. The only size available was Medium, and now look what I've got. Does it look size M to you? ***Sheepishly*** Stupidly I didn't refer to the sizing charts, automatically assuming that size M would be UK10-12. WRONG! I'm wearing it out of spite though so if you happen to see a giant blancmange smiling at you in the future, wave back, I'm only being friendly!Say hello to the newest member of my t-shirt family: a faded brown Roxy tee that I picked up in TK Maxx for a price so small that I may as well have shoplifted it. I swear I didn't though and nor would I.
