Tales from a Toymaker: Shop till you drop.....
Her cat, Daisy, had shown considerable interest in the hat when grannie had tried it on, so she carefully wrapped it (the hat, not the cat) in tissue paper, tucked it in its bespoke hat box and stored it on top of her wardrobe.
My grannie described a scene of carnage, with a drift of pale blue feathers encircling The Triumphant Hat Murderer, and the remains of one very sorry looking hat. She had a go at repairing it with a tube of UHU, but she was no Philip Treacy and the hat was a shadow of its former self. She had to cut away most of the face veil, which was in tatters (neatly removing my cigarette-related combustion fears) and the few remaining feathers barely covered the hat.
Unfazed, she did wear it to my wedding, and if you didn't scrutinise it very closely it looked not too bad.
While this came as no surprise, I was amazed to discover I have a humph!
Not in an "Ethmerelda.... the bellth, the bellth...." way, but definitely a humph nonetheless.
I believe in medical parlance it's called a Dowager's Hump(h). And I have one.
Posted by Sandra Morris at Friday, March 28, 2014
I swear Sandra, you made me laugh like crazy but I totally relate with you.
Here is the same problem: I am quite thin but lots of bicicle and gym and years of swimmimg have taken their toll on my thigs and shoulders which are WAY broader than the average trousers/jacket size around.
I solved becoming an affectionate aka addicted customer of the same brand which never leaves me alone but the great international, and cheaper, shops like H&M or Zara.... forget about them!
And the mirrors ! arghhh, draw a veil on them !
Best wishes for your quest, Rosanna
PS glad for PP BTW
Thanks Rosanna... I'll keep you posted!
So funny and true! I was having a massage when the masseuse pointed out that I was developing something similar to a hump - or will be if I continue not to stand straight -- needless to say, that ruined all relaxation for me.
Tales from a Toymaker: Shop till you drop.....
Her cat, Daisy, had shown considerable interest in the hat when grannie had tried it on, so she carefully wrapped it (the hat, not the cat) in tissue paper, tucked it in its bespoke hat box and stored it on top of her wardrobe.
My grannie described a scene of carnage, with a drift of pale blue feathers encircling The Triumphant Hat Murderer, and the remains of one very sorry looking hat. She had a go at repairing it with a tube of UHU, but she was no Philip Treacy and the hat was a shadow of its former self. She had to cut away most of the face veil, which was in tatters (neatly removing my cigarette-related combustion fears) and the few remaining feathers barely covered the hat.
Unfazed, she did wear it to my wedding, and if you didn't scrutinise it very closely it looked not too bad.
While this came as no surprise, I was amazed to discover I have a humph!
Not in an "Ethmerelda.... the bellth, the bellth...." way, but definitely 
a humph nonetheless.
I believe in medical parlance it's called a Dowager's Hump(h). And I have one.
Posted by Sandra Morris at Friday, March 28, 2014
I swear Sandra, you made me laugh like crazy but I totally relate with you.
Here is the same problem: I am quite thin but lots of bicicle and gym and years of swimmimg have taken their toll on my thigs and shoulders which are WAY broader than the average trousers/jacket size around.
I solved becoming an affectionate aka addicted customer of the same brand which never leaves me alone but the great international, and cheaper, shops like H&M or Zara.... forget about them!
And the mirrors ! arghhh, draw a veil on them !
Best wishes for your quest, Rosanna
PS glad for PP BTW
Thanks Rosanna... I'll keep you posted!
So funny and true! I was having a massage when the masseuse pointed out that I was developing something similar to a hump - or will be if I continue not to stand straight -- needless to say, that ruined all relaxation for me.