So, I'm 13 again. Apparently.
Ask anyone who is short what is the most annoying item to shop for, and 9.5 out of 10 midgets will say trousers. I, being only 5'2", am no exception. I have cut hems off jeans, and sewed up bottoms of trousers... but laziness is inherent in my genes so really I consider such actions laborious and, let's face it, very wasteful.
Then it struck me today - as I stood, once again frustrated, in one particular branch of H&M on Oxford Street - that I could easily waddle my vertically challenged legs into the kids section! There were some strange looks from parents, and even weirder glances from the shop assistants. But hey, I was right - the 13 year-old jeans fitted me perfectly, and was comfortable. It felt like I was born again.
So, reeling in this revelation, I flitted around more shops - Next, Gap, Debenhams... you name it, anywhere that had a kids section. My eyes were greedy with hunger as my potential wardrobe has essentially just doubled in size. And for cheaper price tags too [children's clothes are VAT-free; double, triple, quadruple score].
I'm a fussy shopper though, and after walking around for goddamn near 3 hours, I finally settled on a simple pair of straight-legged jeans from Bhs. The price tag says, plain as day, '13 year-olds, 158cm'... but hey, it was £12! I'm a genius!
Strange to think now as I didn't even mean to buy jeans in the first place [although I do need them], I originally simply wanted to check out Uniqlo. I can't believe there are 3 branches on Oxford Street and I'd never heard of it before last weekend... Shows how much of a shopaholic I am. Meh.
Oh and I got a new haircut. My fringe was in dire need of sorting out and some hair decided to do splits on me... Vanity isn't my strong point but even I was not impressed, so they got the chop. I took Apple's advice and braved Mr Toppers on Tottenham Court Road. The cut was okay, I wasn't expecting much for £20 and just needed a change. I still hate the fringe, but as I didn't give her much to work with, it's tolerable. Even though my clothes might say I'm 13, times have gone by since I used to cry about hair...
On a random note, I hate Facebook. It's ruining my life.