One Of Those Days.

You know when you put on an outfit and you look at yourself and realise it’s only all from the same bleedin’ shop? Well, today was one of those days. I wouldn’t even say I’m a particular devotee to H&M. I find their Divided range to be of pretty shoddy quality, and their sizing is simply terrible (case in point: I wear a size 16-18 absolutely everywhere, but in a moment of madness ordered some skinny combats in a size 20 from H&M’s plus size range BiB. I think I’m onto a winner and that this can’t possibly go wrong, until they arrive and are stopped in their tracks by my pulpy thighs. No combats for Bethany). But here I am, flying the flag for the Swedish giant. 

Oh and another thing: skirts. Not being freakishly tall, I wouldn’t expect to have such trouble finding skirts that don’t show off my knickers to the whole world. I’m usually more selective about who gets that honour.  So it was a pleasant surprise to see a skirt of a length that doesn’t give so much as a hint of thigh, let alone buttock, and I duly shelled out the thirty quid to own this lovely, swingy, dark denim creation. Thankyou H&M, you may have redeemed yourself for the combat debacle.