It was a really gorgeous dark chocolate brown satin blouse......I thought.
So I picked the Large. I am a 12 top but the sizing in some of the cheaper shops are way out. No, I mean it. You know.
I walked into the fitting room with Katie who had a couple of maternity tops to try on.
I always change with my back to the mirror and then as I turn round to see my reflection for the first time in the new outfit, I know instantly if it works for me.
Sometimes its good, but this time it's ughhhhhhhhhhh...... it was a tiny weeny bit to small for me LOL.
OMG, diet, not again, not another diet.
I had put the blouse over my head not wanting to undo all the buttons and I had forced my arms into the little sleeves and I really mean 'Forced' into this gorgeous little blouse and do you know, I don't know why for life of me why I did that, so stupid of me.
As I looked at the reflection I started to glow, I could feel the heat rising....panic had begun to set in.
I knew all to well what was happening and I could not stop it. I thought about shouting to Katie for help.....I was too embarressed. Katie would tell me off; I just knew it. I can hear her saying, 'MUM what were you thinking of, you should have known when you put your arms in, it is too small for you'.
I turned away form the mirror, could not bear to see myself. I looked like a big brown bloater.
I was trapped in this gorgeous chocolate brown satin blouse. A soft satin blouse that should have gently touched my female curves and clung ever so lightly in all the right places, had suddenly turned into a straight jacket...............this was a thick old satin........a no stretch at all satin....not cut on the bias satin!
Rigid, tough and taking Sh..t from no one satin.
I decided to try and calm myself, take control again........slowly I tried to pull my arms out. No, they were not budging, stuck in forever. I had a quick look again in the mirror. The tops of both arms were getting redder, like a Tourniquet this blouse had a grip of iron.
Turning away form the mirror, I grabbed both sides of the blouse and desperatly tried to pull it up and over my head. Not a chance, not moving even a millimetre.
Deep breath and yank harder. No way. I think this blouse was laughing at me!
I am going to pull so hard and stretch my broad back as much as I can and this bouse will give in and rip, I hope. Then I will be free........
No way said the blouse.............I cupped my face. I could feel tears getting ready to flow.
One more try......come on Carol you can to it.
Breathing out, I crossed my arms to grab a hold of both sleeves and to try and move the satin bandage, even a little bit may help............eeeeeeeeh eeeeeeeeeeeeeh then with a quick flick of my hands I changed position to grab both side of the bouse and pulled upwards again. Yes, we have movement.
I hate you, you horrid satin blouse. Yes it's off.
I very quickly got dressed and brushed my long blonde hair back and calm as you like, walked from the changing room as if nothing had happened.
Katie was standing outside by now, frowning. I dare not tell her what I had been through.
I am a cool Mummy.