To My Sweet
Darlings,
Let me just
start by saying that it’s not you. It’s me. I’ve changed. You haven’t. I don’t
blame you necessarily. I am not sure how to put this into words but I will try
as best I can. I’ve tried to hold on for as long as I could. But the truth is
that my needs have changed and you haven’t changed with me. Sadly, as a result,
I am no longer able to comfortably visit your shops greeting the happy young attractive
well-groomed but funky staff only to try on clothes that are poorly made, fall
unflatteringly to accentuate my ageing curves, sagging arms, tummy strained by childbirth
and just plainly remind me of a time gone by.
I quite
literally need more, and that is something that you are unable to give me. I
need more support, a more carefully cut pattern and lines that compliment, not
to mention a more forgiving return policy and an alterations department.
