Folly
One of the Regulars
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- Hampshire, England
Does anyone fall back on a bit of glamour as armour?
Over Christmas we were invited to my mum's for tea.
I said yes before I found out my brother was going to be there with his girlfriend. She's never warmed to me and will sit and just stare at me without saying a word and will ignore my hello, will not thank us for gifts and just smirks if ever I say anything
So, as I had already said yes, I decided to arm myself with my stand-by thought process - WWAD (What Would Audrey Do)? So, I wore my knee length LBD, low heeled black mock croc Mary Jane shoes and my new (black) Jackie O swing jacket plus little (black) day gloves. I pinned my hair up and was ready to go.
I knew I was wearing a lot of black, but then my family wear a lot of black, so I knew I was okay.
My brother's girlfriend, sat there in her sweatshirt and combat trousers with trainers and proceeded to stare at me the entire time, burning her eyes into me all the time I was there! But I had purposelly dressed up as I felt I needed the armour of glamour to combat this dreadful person and if I may say so, her complete lack of dress sense.
I felt so much braver being knowing I looked good, but it doesn't always work mind you, I'm still stinging from the teenage girl laughing maniacally at me in a shop last summer because I was wearing a hat and dress while she wore the uniform of cropped parka and jeans with boots (in June!) :rage:
Over Christmas we were invited to my mum's for tea.
I said yes before I found out my brother was going to be there with his girlfriend. She's never warmed to me and will sit and just stare at me without saying a word and will ignore my hello, will not thank us for gifts and just smirks if ever I say anything
So, as I had already said yes, I decided to arm myself with my stand-by thought process - WWAD (What Would Audrey Do)? So, I wore my knee length LBD, low heeled black mock croc Mary Jane shoes and my new (black) Jackie O swing jacket plus little (black) day gloves. I pinned my hair up and was ready to go.
I knew I was wearing a lot of black, but then my family wear a lot of black, so I knew I was okay.
My brother's girlfriend, sat there in her sweatshirt and combat trousers with trainers and proceeded to stare at me the entire time, burning her eyes into me all the time I was there! But I had purposelly dressed up as I felt I needed the armour of glamour to combat this dreadful person and if I may say so, her complete lack of dress sense.
I felt so much braver being knowing I looked good, but it doesn't always work mind you, I'm still stinging from the teenage girl laughing maniacally at me in a shop last summer because I was wearing a hat and dress while she wore the uniform of cropped parka and jeans with boots (in June!) :rage: