Thursday, May 14, 2015

One man`s junk is another man`s Treasure

Is that not true: One man`s Junk is another man`s Treasure!

Every single Woman was super excited to be there. We were trying Jackets, blouses, bags and belts. You were fortunate if you could get a little glimpse in the tall mirror to check how the outfit is looking on you, if its cocealing your not so good areas or not. I don't know is it with me or everyone feels this way. Whenever I try a new garment, I am super excited to look in the mirror and I feel this time my tyre at the tummy will not be seen. OK, sometimes if the top is made with some gathers in the front, it does cover it up but if its too many gathers then often I get this: bist du schwanger? No, I am not pregnat! I have two grown ups. I think this is the time to stop coloring my hair, or my be not.

Anyways back to the room full of excited and nervous Women including moi. The atmosphere was electric and energetic. We talked to each other and gave inputs without anyone asking for it. R came with me for a while but within 3 minutes he said, I think you will be here for a while and made a quiet exit.

I had my usual leggings with a long white top and black boots. This was one super busy day, with our frühlings markt and a 60th birhtday party in the afternoon with a trip to the bird park and then me trying to sell our two bikes(we sold one and bought one too, for M`). So I didn't give much thought of what to wear, but his time it all worked. I could try different blouses to wear on the leggings, a spring green jacket, a black burrberry one too. Yup, this time I got really lucky. This was one shopping day even R didn't mind at all. This day I literally went without a purse of a card to shop, just some change for a glass of prosecco and a berry cake.