You'll Regret It!

This is not the usual way I would start my Blog, but it would be remiss of me to not include this as it was a huge part of my life recently. "You'll regret it" - is this not an extremely aggressive and menacing statement?
Yes.
Well, I'm glad you agree with me because it was said to me very recently when I declined an advance. What were you going to do? Bully me into submission? It just keeps playing over and over in my head. "You'll regret it... You'll regret it..." Actually No, I won't. But it's the arrogance, conceit and threat of this statement that upset me. The person responsible for this, as you would imagine, is no longer part of my life. But it just makes me wonder- how does anyone think it's acceptable to say this? I was so upset by this that it threw my whole week out. But now, my equilibrium has been regained and lots to tell...

How much is too much? I went to a sample sale. Two floors full of clothes, four rooms packed with tops, dresses, jackets, furs, shoes, bags - totally overwhelmed me! You'll be happy to hear I bought nothing. Why did I go? Out of curiosity. Was a little gem going to slip by me? No. It wasn't. But, as you already know, there were no gems (for me). Just lots of unloved stock that was of no use. And although under huge pressure from the sales assistant - one showed me a short BodyCon dress... (do I want to look like Kim Kardashian-West? Ha ha - we all know the answer to that). They did have a few gowns (with a small "g"). They looked like the outcasts from a cross between Strictly Come Dancing and a Soap Wedding in OK Magazine (you get the picture).

I saw with my own eyes, in November 2014, women of all ages were doing their best KKW impersonations and I know that like me, you are aghast, but I kid you not. A question I've touched on lightly in a previous blog - let me refresh your memory. Once upon a time, in conversation with a friend I stumbled onto something. It started by commenting on the state of the clothing worn (or not) by women in a very fashionable Private Members Club. Let's call it "Fast Fashion". That means that anyone looking at the women could very speedily see all that was on offer. Tight tight tight. Short short short. Yes - you guessed it - BodyCon dresses and  heels that come with their own pole. In this age of speed in all things, have we succumbed to instant gratification in all aspects of life? When I look at the Fashion Magazines, I see no sight of this style of dress and yet - there it is. Everything out, nothing left to the imagination. This obviousness in all things seems to have a life of it's own, if I'm to believe what I saw. I hope that this tiny microcosm is not to be taken seriously. Otherwise what is the purpose of Fashion? Because what I saw is truly a very sad indictment of life.

I met Valentino at an event last week. My friend asked me how old I thought he was. I guessed early 80s, although as I pointed out, his body may be, but his face was probably 4 or 5 years old. Well, we laughed. So remember - never mind 16-61 (16 from the back, 61 from the front) let's try to make our faces slightly more realistic. Laughter is always the youth elixir worth striving for.

Happy Shopping!

PS: Cruise is in.