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Retail therapy or retail nightmare?

Having more or less come to terms with what is happening to Mum and how little time she has left, my thoughts have turned to more practical matters. Given the inevitable will happen in the not-too-distant future, I going to need suitable clothing, as will the rest of the Dean household.

It’s many years since I had a customer facing job so I got rid of all my suits. A review of the current state of my wardrobe showed nothing suitable for sombre occasions. I know my mum isn’t one for wearing head to foot black. She likes a splash of colour. Colour I can manage. Every shade of the rainbow, but all of it casual, apart from one wedding guest style outfit.

Cost Center 1’s wardrobe (my daughter) is in a similar state. She has smart interview clothing but none of it is quite right for the occasion. Cost Center 2 had a wonderful three piece suit in grey, but as he has grown out and up, it proved to be a smidge on the tight side. His voice went from baritone to falsetto with the raising of a zipper!

Mr Dean, on the other hand, up till lockdown, had a customer facing job. Now he only needs to be smart from the waist up for video conferences! All he needs to do is put his suit in for dry cleaning, polish up his smart shoes and he’s good to go.

The rest of us had to go shopping. Pre-COVID, I would jump at the chance to go for a good mooch around the shops, snapping up bargains and trying on unlikely clothing just for the fun of it. I’ve never grown out of that silly habit. However, we’re in a whole new world. Armed with hand sanitiser and masks, we headed off to our nearest shopping mall. Within the first 15 minutes, CC2 had chosen a new suit, tried it on, got admiring glances from the assistant and purchased it. A new version of his old suit. He can totally rock the devil-may-care look in the suit as well as the smart, respectful look. Fortunately his feet haven’t grown so his smart brogues still fit well and compliment his suit.

CC1 and I were not so lucky. Everything we looked at was suitable for attending weddings or being Mother of the Bride/Groom. In an unusual twist, we weren’t allowed to try on anything. We could buy, try at home, and then return if not suitable. How unjust. My son can get fitted for a suit but my daughter and I have to guess, go home and try on, hope for the best and then trek back to the mall if we guessed wrong. Fuming doesn’t cover how I felt. My retail therapy was rapidly turning into a retail nightmare.

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In the end CC1 and I left the mall in a huge huff! We tried another shopping outlet. CC1 found a jacket that might go with a dress she’s ordered on-line and I found a jacket that might go with a dress I wore to her graduation. But that left shoes. As I spend most of my time in jeans, I have a great collection of Birkenstocks and Converses. The only smart shoes I have are my dance class shoes (not suitable for outdoor wear). I did see a pair I liked the look of but as no assistant helped or offered advice on how to purchase shoes with current restrictions, I left with the jacket and a handbag. At least I didn’t need to try on the handbag!!

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The whole experience of shopping for clothes and shoes is now a nightmare for me. I’m ordering on-line from now on. Thank goodness for garden centres. I’ve promoted them from 2nd favourite shop to absolute favourite, and less stressful too. And breathe!

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New beginnings…

Yesterday afternoon I sat down to prepare topics for this week while Sunday Dinner roasted in the oven. My writing spot is perfect for keeping an eye on culinary creations while trying to put pen to paper. While things were motoring along nicely food wise, I was stumped for writing ideas. Even walking the pup didn’t help. Pup is nearly one year old but still shows no sign of calming down. Instead of inspiration I got exasperation and mud down my jeans!

As I hosed her down (and me) I had an idea, ask for inspiration from my Angel Oracle cards. So I did, and today’s topic is “Time To Go”.

My first reaction was worry. What was coming an end? My job? Last week, filled with a determination I never had until menopause, I asked for my job to be regraded, citing similar positions currently advertised, along with their remuneration packages. I’ve saved them the bother of coming up with a new title because I’ve already got one lined up. I’m on holiday this week, so the management team will be mulling over my request and proposal. Maybe this card means that they will say no and I’ll be looking for a new job.

Reading further down the card I see a glimmer of hope. Maybe I am starting a new cycle in my life. I like the more positive sound of this. The start of new beginnings. Well here’s a new thing for me, time off to myself. Hubby does not have the same amount of annual leave as me so I am in charge of my own week. What fun. I have booked a little something for me every day this week in an effort to recharge batteries.

Today I had a whole hour with a personal shopper followed by an hour with a makeup artist. The main tasks were to find a party dress and to have a bold new makeup design to go with the new dress. There is something special about having a professional stylist take me in hand, push my boundaries and get me sorted out with a dress. I had so much fun trying on everything. It reminded me of playing dress-up as a kid. I am now the proud owner of a very purple, sparkly dress that makes a fabulous sound when I move… it actually susurrates.

On to the makeup counter. My personal shopper came with me to brief the makeup artist on colours and looks, and to push me out of my comfort zone. It was so much fun choosing colours from the vast pallet. Even as I write, I’m still wearing the glam makeup. I’ve never looked so glamorous for the lunchtime pup walk. It’s such a shame I didn’t meet a soul! Never mind. I have a full list of instructions on how to recreate the look for myself, and I have new make up to help.

And the cherry in the top? The department store was have a price match with a competitor so 20% reduction at the till!

I’ve never felt more bold and confident in my life, so I’m taking courage from the Angel card and enjoying my new beginning in my post menopausal years. And if my company throws a wobbly because I asked for a regrade and better pay then maybe it is time to look around. At least I’ll look fabulous.