Shopping

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So ... shopping. I hate shopping. My idea of a perfect shopping trip is looking in a window while on my way somewhere, seeing something lovely, trying it on there and then and buying it for not too much money. And this all happens in less than 10 minutes.

Anyway, at lunchtime today I went to look for a frock for my birthday lunch (not to eat, JUSTINE). Here is my summary:

1. Maxi dresses are wrong. I don't care if you're tall.
2. 40-year-old knees are wrong. I don't care if you're Demi Moore.
3. I hate shopping.

I will probably be wearing my favourite Lisa Ho dress that I wear to all special occasions. It's 10 years old. The upside is that it still fits.