Shop 'til you Drop

This was an emergency photo of one of the table displays in my sisters house. I arrange things and they look awful. Fiona could make rubbish look divine!

The last few months, although busy, have been spent mostly sat on my bum. My weight has gained more pounds than I like to admit and when it comes to having to dress for an occasion, my wardrobe was deficient. My sister, in the same vein, and I decided that, unless we wanted to appear at our fathers memorial service in rags and wellie boots, had better succumb to our least favourite pastime.
Mother, who at 83, is a neat size 10 and always looks perfect, tagged along to add her unwanted tuppence make us feel even more uncomfortable!

A day, dragging round shops, finally we found something each which was, well, as good as appropriate. I'm happy enough with my dress but know the shoes will be killers!

Completely drained, I shot this pic in a hurry and called it a day! We opened a bottle of wine to commiserate our day and wrote off the day as duty done.