There’s nothing like shopping in a suburb like Newtown – a place where young, hip, skinny, tall, beautiful, and did I mention skinny, girls like to shop – to make you feel just a teeny weensy tad inadequate about your body image.
Mary, Rick’s mum, had kindly come over today to help look after Angus in order to free me up to run errands and do scrapbooking (the latter never happened).
Given the little opportunity I have to go window shopping nowadays, I decided to pop into Joshua & Sean as part of my King Street errand-running streak. There were these two dresses by the Brazilian label Totem that I had spied some days before which I thought would be uber-cool to try on.
No sooner had I pulled them over my head did I realise that I did not look uber-cool.
Instead, I looked like a watermelon. A nicely decorated watermelon at that, but a watermelon nonetheless.
I’d clearly forgotten that I was almost five months pregnant when I’d optimistically pictured myself looking good in the dresses.
