And I was doing so well...

While I do have a tendency to embarass myself fairly frequently going about my day-to-day life, I consider it a great achievement to have managed it twice before 9am. As I rose from my seat to join the cattle disembarking from the train, and performed the obligatory backward glance to check I hadn't left anything, I found myself in that one humiliating situation that everyone suffers at some point. Nope, I don't mean odd socks or severely laddered tights - I'm talking about discovering the uneccesarily large price tag still hanging off my new coat, which I had been proudly strutting around in for 35minutes. I'm sure this isn't so bad for the lucky few with the disposable income to buy a £250 Chanel Jacket or a £395 Louis Vuitton Trenchcoat. Unfortunately, my price tag boasted that I had spent all of £49.99 on one of H&M's finest. But on the bright side, at least it wasn't Primark. So, blushing horribly, I yanked the price tag from my sleeve and attempted to proceed to the platform looking non-plussed and nonchalant.



Five minutes later, having almost recovered from the price tag incident, I was thrilled when it seemed that Karma had dealt me a welcome ego-boost, in the form of a compliment from a stranger. While queueing for the stairs, I heard a sweet, sincere voice gush "Ooooh, what lovely shoes". Given that the size 5 shoes had turned my size 6 feet almost purple, it was reassuring to hear that I was suffering for a cause. A smug grin crept across my face and, chin lifted, I turned to give my admirer a gracious smile. She was an elderly lady, being supported by a younger, buxom brunette. As I started to thank her for the compliment, I realised that her eyeline was not actually directed at MY shoes, but rather about a foot to the right...where a giggling young girl in a buggy donned a pair of tiny black patent shoes with pink flower embroidery. "Yes, they're darling aren't they?" the brunette replied. Fantastic. Out-styled by a two year old.