When shopping for Christmas presents, I have always found one shop in particular to be a faithful friend. La Senza has always been the perfect place to find a lovely set of pyjamas, get them beautifully wrapped, and even smelling nice with those little bead things they drop into the box.
That is, until this year.
Almost instinctively while we were out on a Christmas shopping trip, I veered into La Senza, only to be horrified by what I found.
My eyes were burning with the fluorescent glow of the rails laid out in front of me. I don’t think there was a bra in there without some sort of extra padding, gel inlay, chicken fillet, air pumped plunge scenario, or diamante heart-shaped detailing.
And, more to the point, NO blinkin’ pyjamas!
I certainly don’t think the sheer mesh slip, with matching crotchless thong would be welcomed as a thoughtful gift for my sister in law and I’m pretty certain my best mate wouldn’t appreciate the leopard print furry edged nightie, with matching pink furry handcuffs.
I left despairing that someone had gone to the effort of saving this retail institution from the brink, and then turned it into some sort of tart’s boudoir.
Today was the final straw, when a marketing email from Topshop suggested I might like an outfit for the Spring/Summer season.
I have never professed to be at the forefront of fashion, but if the fashionable choice means wearing Doc Martins, a lace crop top, denim hot pants, surrounded by a swathe of nylon and a large orange bobble cardigan, then hang me on a Bon Marche rail and call me Mildred, cause I’m afraid I can’t subscribe.
In fact that was my next move - ‘click here to unsubscribe to this newsletter’. Done.
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