My Dolly is a great shopper. She can go through a rail and find a size for you faster than anyone I know. In fact, there's nothing she likes doing more. So when I needed to buy some new underwear last week, I took the Dolly with me.
We have already established that I experience difficulty in the underwear buying department; the situation has got worse since I was recently remeasured as 2 inches smaller and a cup size bigger. In fact, it is nigh on impossible to acquire a bra in my size, let alone one that does not look like it was built at Harland and Wolff shipyard. So the Dolly came in very useful as we trawled through rails and rails of undergarments.
Eventually we found one (that looked like something coco the clown would wear, but no matter, it was my size) and Dolly immediately started to look for a matching pair of knickers. There were only one pair my size, which she pulled out triumphantly, and then the expression on her little face turned from one of joy to one of complete shock as she noticed she had indeed lifted a string (or cheese-cutter as a good friend likes to call them)
'Oh mummy' she exclaimed at full volume. 'You couldn't wear those. They'd give you an awful wedgie!'
5 comments:
That is adorable! My daughter once slipped me a piece of paper into my hand and told me, "I need more of these only bigger" - it was the label from her bra. :)
After the mental images you have given me you will be receiving the bill from my therapist!
....and I'm waiting to hear you describe what a "wedgie" is to confused bloggers....
A wedgie is when someone nasty grabs the back of someone nices pants and tugs them hard up the crux of their arse until it hurts.
At least, that's what Pluto calls doing that
Ouch!!!!
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