One extreme to another
The last few years I have ’suffered’ from tops that are too short! The fashion has been for tops to just reach the top of your jeans - if you wear normal jeans that is. If you wear those hideous hipsters (which make stick insects look fat - what on earth is the point of them?) then there is a big swathe of flesh.
Obviously in my case this is totally inacceptable. Flesh is not to be exposed to the unexpected stranger - there is just too damn much of it.
So, happily I have noticed that tops are getting longer.
The other day I bought 3 nice new tops online (even when I am ill I can still perform that wonderful pastime that is ’shopping’!), which arrived this morning.
One is what I would consider a ‘normal’ length - just reaches to the top of the hips.
One is slightly longer than this, but that’s fine, anything which hides my hips is a bonus.
The third. Well. How can it be described as a top? It reaches down to just above my knees - it’s a bloody dress!!!!
Not that I would wear it as a dress - my knees are something else to be kept hidden from view.