Designer labels - who cares?

Laughing out loud. Don't usually contribute, I just enjoy the different topics. Thank you LBC1955.

TwinLolly leaves her house proudly wearing nothing but the designer skin, nails, hair and eyelashes that Mother Nature bestowed upon her. Simply beautiful with some imperfections but Mother Nature has thrown in some freckles to add to the quirkiness, which her husband loves.

It was some time ago I was on the train watching the lady opposite, she was carefully unstitching the Next label from her jacket, which she replaced with presumably a 'designer label' - very nearly asked her for the Next label to substitute with my Primark label!

Helen is sat on a 15 year old sofa which has seen far better days. Her attire today consists of a pair of navy yoga trousers -which have never seen a yoga class -maybe one day and a red t shirt emblazoned with the Welsh Dragon. On her feet she has a pair of off white -read grey trainer socks, which match the grey Pavers slippers she was given as a Christmas pressie 2 years ago.

Missing MissAdventure, this thread is just up her street!

Casdon is gardening today, and rocking an ancient purple paint streaked Cotton Traders fleece, she never liked the colour and has no idea why she bought it in the first place. Sainsburys Tu gardening jeans, with little lines of wrinkly denim where the elastane has perished, and slip on Sketchers which have suffered a similar elastane fate complete the outfit as she kneels on the bank chopping back her alchemilla mollis before the damned things seed all over the garden. A change will be required before she leaves her house to pick up the dog later this afternoon, even a paparazzi shot from 100 feet away would not sell this photo.

This is the best thread I've ever seen. Absolutely loved it & have honestly been laughing out loud all the way through it.

Today Mrs Cardigans is wearing pale blue jeggings (£17.50 from M&S) and as they are fairly new and only been washed once the fabric is rather stiff and therefore has a slight corset-effect on her voluminous stomach.

Her short-sleeved t-shirt (also M&S in the sale) almost matches, chosen because she had to attend the local clinic to provide a blood sample. It is sporting a tiny hole by the hem as the quality just isn't there anymore. There is a cotton wool ball inside each elbow as the nurse couldn't get any blood out on the first attempt, perhaps due to the cold. Shoes (from local supermarket) were any old thing she found lurking by the door.

Atop is an old khaki Parka which was bought from a young fashionable mail-order catalogue in the old days when she was their target demographic (thrown on because it began to p..ss it down with rain as she was about to leave the house).

The paps were nowhere to be seen this morning as Mrs C scurried to her ancient car.

Ms ( slutty ) suelld (77 ) is languidly lying abed still attired in a rather fetching large dark blue ‘male’ dressing gown, purchased by one adult son for her 2 years ago, when she was in hospital for 4 weeks. Peeping beneath that is a long sleeved white-ish and purple nightdress with a fashion forward cut from the wrist to the elbow, (because the wrists were too tight) - this was bought new from a Charity shop many years back and the price lost on time…probably £1.49?
The bedding under which she lounges is a new fitted sheet from a recent sale at Tescos, and a new duvet cover and pillowcase set from a recent Cotton Traders sale. c. £18… King size. When recently changing the bedding, giving viewers a glimpse of her sitting down every 5 mins or so, she foolishly changed to slight summer tog weight…whereupon it became cold and rainy, - hence the sludge brown blanket over the top of all the splendour of this new duvet cover. ( a prize in a competition back in c. 2010). The reason for this louche behaviour is that poor Ms S was afflicted by IBS ( D version) at 2 am, finally easing at c 7 am… leaving her wiped out and knackered! She may attempt to rise later but that really depends on whether things stay..up!

Mrs Dragonfly is currently sporting a cover-the-posterior sky blue t-shirt (£4 - charity shop - it is uncertain which one as she frequents the many different versions in town weekly and we were unable to identify the correct shop); a pair of black leggings that have kept their shape and shade beautifully despite several years of washing, price unremembered but less than £5; a pair of soft black flats from TOFS, £5; and underwear that should, frankly, be binned. Luckily, nobody ever sees it so she doesn't see the harm and finds it comfortable if unsightly. Her hair is brushed and sprayed into shape, she sports eyeliner and mascara as otherwise her blonde eyelashes are indistinguishable, and a touch of blusher to stop the 'are you anaemic?' comments. She conversed with the lady at the local pharmacy, with another in Lidl, and yet another in TOFS. Currently suffering from an excess of 'people-ing', she is now sipping a glass of chilled water and viewing the wildfires in Rhodes, somewhat relieved that she is unable to afford to travel.

These are just brilliant!

Mrs Linusface sat eating her teacake, purchased from the reduced section in Morrisons, with a hot mug of coffee. She grinned to herself, with a certain self satisfaction, knowing that her outfit for the forthcoming wedding reception was sorted. A Monsoon dress and jacket, teamed with a comfortable pair of sandals from M&S, all for £20, thanks to her friend, Marie Curie, on the local High Street.
Well, she thought to herself, why pay more? I'd rather take the grandchildren out for the day.

Callistemon21

^a pair of cropped denim trousers, bought some years back from a high street discount store, probably qualifying for a Jurassic label^

I refer to mine as vintage, very much "in" at the moment, although whether British Home Stores was ever in is a moot point!

Oh I do miss British Home Stores. I too have some vintage BHS stuff. I could usually get things to fit me in there. Not sure what that says about my shape!

🤣🤣 these are all brilliant

a pair of cropped denim trousers, bought some years back from a high street discount store, probably qualifying for a Jurassic label

I refer to mine as vintage, very much "in" at the moment, although whether British Home Stores was ever in is a moot point!

Mrs GrowingOldDisgracefully (playfully referred to as Mrs G.O.D. by the over-familiar paparazzi) started the day in a rumpled and barely decent pink nightshirt, bought from Amazon last year for a snip of a price (cheap...) but probably qualifying as one of the most recent acquisitions to her eclectic wardrobe. This was teamed with an ancient pair of pink flipflops in order to titillate the neighbours during a trip to the dustbin.
Then, mindful of keeping up appearances for her much awaited sashaying (oh alright shuffle) to the postbox, a lightning change of ensemble was effected, to a pair of cropped denim trousers, bought some years back from a high street discount store, probably qualifying for a Jurassic label, and under £20, accompanied by a blue and white spotted top, liberated from a charity shop and again probably qualifying for a Jurassic label (she likes things to match). Set off tastefully by a pair of blue and white quite immaculate trainers, this state being achieved by the fact that they were discovered at the back of the wardrobe after a lengthy period of 'resting' after being purchased. The ensemble completed with a necklace, earrings and bangle in faux bone, (OK plastic) acquired on various discerning visits to charity shops.
Mr G.O.D. is sporting a pair of old jeans, a t-shirt with an illegible motif on the front, and a haze of pink dust colouring his otherwise silver hair. This is because he has been getting plastered, or should I say plastering, in one of the bedrooms prior to decorating. In the process of mixing the plaster in the kitchen, he has coated everything in there with a fine pink dust, and it is very likely that Mrs G.O.D. will soon be doing serious prison time for doing away with him. No doubt Mrs G.O.D's adoring public will be following accounts of the trial in the media with avid interest.

^The whole point of the article seemed so silly&

Thank you though, lovebeigecardigans1955, it has given us all a laugh!

Thank you ladies for giving me a really good laugh today. I'm glad you entered into the spirit of the thread. I was a little worried that I may have been considered a bit snarky - not my intention at all.

It wasn't a celebrity who was featured Calistemon but a young woman who was on the arm of a retired sportsman. The whole point of the article seemed so silly.

farview What luck that your little dog was considerate enough to chew one left and one right flip-flop!

Excitement mounted as the Church Hall door swung open and the lone figure of UG emerged, blinking in the sunlight. She posed for pictures, favouring the side of her £10 Damart t-shirt that sported the 2" tear artfully engineered by her playful puppy. Her charity shop bought trousers, attractively adorned with muddy footmarks, could not disguise the fact that she has let herself go (bulges everywhere). She has topped this ensemble off with a pair of chewed mens slippers, a fashionable bunch of keys and a tissue. After leaving the Church Hall she commandeered a member of the paparazzi to help her down the kerb, and swept herself away in an old battered Citroën. The crowd went wild!

Granny B was spotted entering a charity shop carrying a bag of much loved, but no longer required, clothing. She was later than planned due to dithering about what she could really bear to part with from her wardrobe of fairly old clothing. She was wearing black trousers from a Laura Ashley sale - now defunct, of course. Her T shirt was from Debenhams, and her cardigan from Gap - both also gone. Slightly newer were her Ecco trainers, bought on sale. Will she be able to leave the charity shop without buying a pre-loved bargain?

I didn't realise there were so many fabulous, trendy ladies out there like me. I'm presently wearing a pair of loose jersey style black trousers (1980 vintage), with elasticate waistline, to go with a lovely three quarter sleeve navy and white spotted top. This item was lovingly rescued from under a mountain of others also waiting to be rescued. Suitable attire for slouching on the settee reading Gransnet.

( Enjoying the laughs).....

Eirlys sits at her desktop pensively wondering what the future holds. ( Egg and Chips or Chow Mein?) She is wearing a John Lewis skirt reduced in last year's sale to £16 ; an Eastex blouse courtesy of eBay ; sandals from Damart which, with a little laugh, she tells me, her daughter is trying to consign to the bin, and a cardigan from a Preloved Cashmere site. Her hair immaculately coiffured by her friend and occasional cleaner, Nellie, her lips outlined with Maybelline Long lasting lipstick applied two days ago, Eirlys has FaceTime open on her desktop as she admires her image, though, she tells me with a little moue, some 92 year old old woman keeps trying to peer back at her.

I do love this. Some of you are so clever.

Widow Batty was seen boarding the No.1 bus after an afternoon of fashion shopping. She wore M&S navy joggers (£14) an exquisite Joules sweatshirt in navy and white stripes with pink floral detail (£6 in charity shop) and distressed (i.e. 8 yrs old) Hotter ankle boots).
Her flowing raincoat in grey polyester was a present from an admirer, and available only from the exclusive Mountain Warehouse.
She was supported by an Amazon walking stick (£15), and her increasing alopecia was artfully disguised by a grey Amazon beret (£11).
She charmingly raised two fingers to the waiting hordes of paparazzi as her 'bus carried her away to her bijou cottage hideaway on the outskirts of Dartmoor ...

Ms Popbottle and her companion were seen taking coffee together at the leisure centre. At least, the leisure centre call it coffee! Ms Popbottle was wearing Blitz brand, 100% cotton canvas, drawstring waist karate trousers which once were a startling white. She had changed out of the karate gi jacket and black belt, which are uncomfortable for driving and wore, instead, a rather fetching, handmade, animal print top that she made using colour change fabric. Unfortunately, the colour change pigments are now rather patchy. Her shoes, navy blue with white laces, cost £9 from Sainsbury's. She wore no jewellery as it's not allowed, for safety reasons, when taking part in a karate class. Her enormous bag, originating in Morocco, was a woven affair with narrow leather straps that she bought for £23 from a market stall. She drove away in a dirty, blue, two year old Ford Fiesta.