I picked my new top up off layby tonight and had a look in shop for a skirt to go with it. They’d had it on a mannequin with a red pencil skirt but I couldn’t find any in the shop so I asked the girl about them. She pulled out the last one in stock and said the most magical words I’ve ever heard:
“You’d be a size 10, wouldn’t you?”
Yeah, that’s right. She thought I was a size 10. I love her. She is my angel. No one’s ever thought I was a size 10 before, except for maybe when I was about 4 years old. The skirt was a bit on the tight side but it fitted! She trying to get me in a size 12 tomorrow.