I am quite miffed actually. Firstly I was in one on Saturday, in second hand heaven, when the assistant loudly announced "If anyone here is a size 18, I have just put out some lovely brand new jeans."
She then made a point of saying it again while edging closer in my direction. I turned around to see who else was in the shop, and saw a girl behind me who was a size 10, and it slowly dawned on me that the comment was aimed in my direction. There were no other customers, just the slim girl and me.
Now, there is nothing wrong with being a size 18, I have been there...twice. But when you are not a size 18, when you are two sizes less than an 18 and haven't eaten chocolate for three whole days, you can't help but feel offended. I was gutted.
I looked at the shop assistant, looked around me, shrugged my shoulders and carried on hunting.
"They really are a bargain. Brand new as well," she smiled at me.
I looked at her and said "And if someone who comes in happens to be a size 18, you should definitely point them in the right direction. But only as long as you are confident they are a size 18 and you won't offend them..." I smiled back.
Then I picked up a size 12 dress and said "I shall take this one please, it will fit perfectly."
I shall return it next week when she isn't working, I couldn't even fit it over my boobs. Gah!
My other experience that has put me off cherry tree shops happened yesterday.
I popped into my favourite one on the way to collect the Prince from school and needed to kill time as I was early.
I started browsing the books. A dear little girl came out from behind the counter and started admiring Sweet Child.
"She's a pretty baby, please can I see her?" She asked timidly.
"Of course you can, but try not to touch her." I said. I said it as I am a little fed up with people touching Sweet Child around her face and I don't like to think that perhaps they haven't washed their hands etc etc.
The girl's mum came out from the stock room and smiled. Her daughter kept passing Sweet Child toys and then touched her face. I admit it's tempting, my baby has a cute face and is very smiley.
"Try not to touch her face," I reminded her.
The little girl followed me all around the shop, commenting on everything I was looking at. After a while it was a bit tiring. I wanted a quiet browse.
She handed Sweet Child a toy which went straight in my baby's mouth, natch.
"So how old are you?" I asked her.
She told me she was four and I asked if she was starting school in September.
"No, I have already started school but I didn't go today because I was sick all day yesterday and again today," she said, while reaching out towards my baby for the umpteenth time.
I look at her mother who was smiling behind the counter.
"Excuse me, is it true that your daughter has a sick bug?" I enquired.
"So I don't think your little girl should be anywhere near my baby do you?!?! I am surprised that you have just been standing there watching her touch my baby for the past ten minutes. I can't risk my baby getting ill and I also have two other children." I said in my incredulous voice. I was livid. LIVID I tell thee.
She looked as if it hadn't dawned on her, weakly apologised and I walked out. Not to return until I stop seething. Some people really infuriate me.
ANYWAY, here is Sweet Child enjoying her first summer by the sea and then scoffing her first ice cream while modelling her latest cherry tree frock. Oh and finally showing her undying love for her big brother.
Talking of Big Brother, is anyone actually watching it? Me neither. The BB bug is one I definitely don't want to catch.