Making the grade

I look so tired, even in black and white!

 

I feel so heartless. So very horrible.

I feel like Cruella Deville's more cruel sister.

I feel like Attila the Huns more barbaric cousin.

I feel like all the evil villains that Scooby Doo and his gang had to reveal, but you know, more evil.

But no matter how bad I feel, the truth remains.

I must do another ruthless cull of my wardrobe!

Some of my pretties must be expelled from their safe, warm, overcrowded little haven, and must be sent to find their own way in the big, scary world.

(Yes, yes, some of my pretties have indeed already lived long lives out in that bad place before, and yes, yes, most of them are older than me, but I still feel for them!)

 

 

So I have madly trying on clothes and ruthlessly deciding if they make the grade.

Like this little 60's Miss Deb number that has some identity issues and thinks she may be from the 20's and 40's.

But that is what I loved about her. Her fluttering sleeves, pussy bow, drop waist and layers of skirt, as well as her cool geometric pattern were features that attracted me to her.

But, as I am so often reminded, arses and hips just don't shrink, and this lovely frock kind of clings where her first ruffle begins. Boo hoo!

 

 

And can you see the weird way it sits on my hips because it is too snug, where my hands are? No? That because my hands are on the weird bumps and I would have to walk around with my hands on my hips all day. And that wouldn't be fun. How would I drink my tea, and scratch my butt and so on?

So this little lady is one of many which must go.

I will be popping many an item on ebay over the next two weeks and will update you all on what didn't make the grade.

 

Note - belt and child are not being sold with this dress.

(I could possibly let you borrow the child when she is being particularly trying though.)