We did one of our girlie lunches the other day. Four ‘knocking on the gates of 40’ mothers who had gone to school together all those years ago. We had half an hour to wait before the fifth turned up, and since we did not want to test our friendship to the extent of going into a restaurant and restraining ourselves from falling over the food, we had to find other ways of killing time.
We strolled into a boutique next to the restaurant we were going to have lunch in. Some of the stuff was extremely wearable, and one of us tried it on before deciding it made her look like a balloon.
When and how we graduated to clothes we would not be caught dead in, I am not sure, but pretty soon, we were in and out of the changing room trying on the most unsuitable and impractical clothes. Halter neck blouses, tube tops, mini dresses. Dresses cut low and dresses cut hit.
We could barely squeeze ourselves into many of the clothes, but we had a lot of giggles while trying to do so. We were obviously not going to buy anything, but it was fun.
“At our age, I’d rather wear clothes I look good in, than clothes that look good”, one of us muttered as we strolled out. Even the owner had to smile at our spirit.
It is nice to have friends you can have pointless fun with, isn’t it? Would my life have been as full if I hadn’t signed up for a Facebook account?