Designer labels - who cares?

Ginny has bathed and dressed for the day . Green spotted top and blue linen loose trousers. Having checked the lanes she has realised that most of the clothes she has on are Yours.

BigBertha , who belies her name tag , entered the golf club wearing a rather sweaty far too tight Green Lamb navy and white polo shirt (£25 sale price), slightly baggy and rather muddy navy Glenmuir pedal pushers (£60) and blue flip flops from a 2 year old Clarks collection. Bertha was fumbling with her 3 year old Surprizeshop golf shoe bag (£25), this season David Jones Lime Green bag (£35) with her club card clenched in her teeth. her mascara streaked face and wild unkempt hair told the tale of her 4 hour 18 hole round in a hurricane. The glass of chardonnay she ordered did not touch the sides.

The Dowager, Anno, is taking her ease in her Stressless recliner (£1000 from JL), clad in rather fetching PJ trousers in red plaid, from Cotton Traders (£18), with vintage purple fleece (LandsEnd, cicrca 1990), green cashmere bedsocks (John Lewis, price unknown) and equally vintage suede loafers. She is currently recovering from her Sunday breakfast of croissant, cream cheese and black cherry jam, washed down with Ceylon tea (Waitrose) and contemplating the need for a spoonful of Gaviscon (Boots).

Fans swoon over HRH Princess Esmay's outfit .

Today ( avoiding the neighbours ) , she's sporting a baggy old tee shirt , which has hair dye and curry stains on it and some old tracksuit bottoms which have a huge bleach stain across the crotch and pink fake crocs - one has lost the strap .

Inbetween scrubbing the daily poo poo out of her father's bed linen and watering the plants - she sinks onto the 35 year old saggy old sofa -Colombo is on TV and there's a Jacob's Orange Club biscuit to munch on with her tea .

Bliss !

The Honourable Horrible Mrs GreyD, educated at Bog Standard Sec Mod, was earlier espied putting waste material into her wheelie bin, wearing M&S jeans, fashionably ripped at the knee, an ancient faded Benetton tee shirt that had once belonged to her daughter, overlaid with one of her late DH’s tartan shirts, purchased from John Norris of Penrith in a sale. She is also sporting the beloved Tilley hat she wears to go fly fishing (with a random selection of equipment NOT purchased at Farlows of Pall Mall) at Ladybower, and a pair of paint splashed Crocs. Other than a thirty year old Seiko watch, she sports, as usual, minimal jewellery. She may later eschew the tartan shirt for a moth eaten Edinburgh Woollen Mill sweater, and change into battered Merrell walking shoes to survey the local landscape.

Left picture: Lenny Ravenscroft is walking along the seafront at Budleigh Salterton in her brown M & S loafers (£30) from their 2015 collection. Her brightly coloured top is from the 2017 Fat Face collection and her washed out cropped leggings (£20) are from the 2017 Seasalt collection. Her legere style reflects her couldn't care less attitude about life in retirement. She sits on one of the many 'In memoriam' benches to rest her weary legs before she heads off for a gin & tonic with Roger at the Sir Walter Raleigh before Pilates.

Kate omitted to mention her footwear, her house shoes. These are yellow and white check ballet pumps which were £3 from Primark a few years ago and have seen better days.

The reclusive Blossoming was seen leaving her home looking very glamorous in a vintage Benetton white cotton sun hat, oversized Chanel sunglasses, a printed silk scarf of unknown manufacture (it was a present), yellow Rapanui t-shirt, dark indigo Seasalt jeggings and Merrell sandals.

Despite her attempts at disguise she was easily identified by the Leki walking aid and striking gait.

Ms Jose can't afford any designer wear because her model Pooch is parading in his leather hand-crafted collar having been showered with his expensive doggy shampoo and wrapped in his must-have dry coat. In a minute he will head for a snooze in his plush Joules bed.

Ms Lathyrus, pictured drinking coffee in the home of her long term lover, is wearing a pink T-shirt from Primark with a fetching splodge of cherry juice spray and khaki jeans.
Her furry pink slippers complete the ensemble which is perfect for her day out at the allotment.

Oh these are making me laugh sooo much. I've just binned the Bravissimo and Boden catalogues -no more chasing an unrealistic goal it's time for REAL women to be shown.

Not forgetting the reading glasses, not sure of the make, but unimportant as they are helping her read and write this
Ms Callistemon forgot to mention her chic £280 Cath Kidston reactolite varifocals which helps her to multitask, both reading and writing posts whilst checking on the Netherlands -v- Portugal football match.

They are the chicest thing about her 😎

Ms Callistemon is wearing a vintage nightdress (circa 2015) from M&S plus an unchic navy M&S dressing gown, £50 sleeper earrings set with diamond chips and scruffy but clean white trainers.
Her face is bare of makeup, her hair in the latest style courtesy of Pulled-Through-a-Hedge-Backwards Salon.

She is pondering what on earth to wear to go out to lunch.
Should she go just as she is?

Mrs Bella , size 16 was seen at the physios last week balancing on an examination coach on her hands and knees trying to do the cat and cow yoga position.
She was wearing large black granny Knickers £12 FOR 5 from M&S with a not-so-artfully tucked-in Tena Lady from Boots.
Her rather expensive Fantasie bra £45 bra had lost one of its bones and her Seasalt Bretton from two summers ago did not disguise it. Her feet were bare and her toenail polish also M&S £6 was chipped.
I think she wished she had not worn the opal drop earrings which are her favourite, bought in the Shambles in York for an undisclosed figure, which swung as she did the movements, the lythe young physio was demonstrating from the floor.
She assures us the information is all true.

Posy looks adorable in her (daughter's cast off) shrunken cashmere joggers which she wears with her Gap dressing gown- daringly open revealing her once white now grey (Farrow and Ball would struggle to name this shade) camisole top. Her feet are pushed into mules exposing her chipped nail polish and bunion. Her face is make up free revealing her natural radiance - oh okay, her dingy creased skin and flaky mascara. Her hair artfully disarranged after her late night viewing gave her a disturbed night is interestingly two toned( roots need doing). The Sun understands there is no truth in the rumours about her and the King- he at least has strongly denied ever meeting her.

Kate is sitting on the sofa drinking tea from her Mini Mouse mug. She is wearing ancient black and white stripey, baggy trousers from Matalan and a M&S basic range grey t shirt. She has on her red watch purchased from eBay for £5 and her £20 spectacles from Glasses Direct.

Maggie is currently still reposing amidst bedlinen of indeterminate age and make (£5 from a table top sale many moons ago) whilst wearing mismatched bra and pants probably vintage M & S, despite having been told just last week by her 3 year old stylist that one doesn’t wear bra and pants to bed, Nanna, one must wear pyjamas. Her brow is even more furrowed than usual and desperately in need of an application of her exclusive Lacura from Aldi serum because she is visibly conflicted as to what attire to choose for the prestigious local outdoor Proms event she is attending this evening. She wonders if her closing down sale bargain star-spangled Joules wellies will be appropriate with on trend jeggings (Tu) and cosy striped jumper (Boden final reductions circa 2001), and whether she still has those promotional rain ponchos and Minnie Mouse visors picked up at Disney 30 years ago. Having attended a no nonsense Yorkshire girls’ grammar school there is no way on God’s green earth that she will even consider wasting the ticket money by staying home in her not terribly desirable Victorian terrace instead and avoiding the predicted deluge.

Lady Henetha is sat on her old sofa with a battered Primark cushion behind her back, wearing her comfy Damart leisure trousers and her favourite blouse from EWM which is now ten years old and features garden potted plants on a black background.
She is eating brown toast with Tesco marmalade and drinking her second cup of tea this morning made with the same teabag, - which is trending now.
Later today she will change into jodpurs and head for the local stables where she will help muck out the stables and hope they give her a free ride on her favourite mare, Rosetta.

Ms Rose was seen emerging from under her White Stuff (reduced) duvet cover clad in M & S pyjama bottoms, Primark long sleeved tee shirt and Matalan bed socks (worn stylishly inside out due to her inability to have the thick seam next to her foot). She put on her new-ish winter dressing gown and headed downstairs. Seen later wearing a grey Next three quarter sleeved (for obvious reasons, she has them in every colour) top and dark grey linen trousers. Her lengthy toilette consisted of combing her hair, washing her face, applying whichever face cream was on offer, a tiny (she always overestimates and wastes so much) amount of foundation and mascara. She was ready to face her public.

Leaving the local Co-Op Mrs LTP wows in her recently purchased Amazon dress ( turned up by local craftsman and dry cleaner). This was teamed with white socks and a pair of hotters shoes from yesteryear. To top it all she pulled a trolley bag cheekily covered in white spots on red fabric. She was seen smiling at photographers while awaiting her transport home which arrived about ten minutes later. This chariot of choice was seen to offer her a choice of seats as she greeted the chauffeur with her card which was gratefully received. More exciting news available on her website - ltp/[email protected].

MrsJ is home alone as MrJ is away, he has indicated rather a lot of 🍺 was consumed last night and she woke him up when she txt him.
She is showered and wearing very faded M&S jeans, a new pale blue and white sweatshirt from a supermarket and tatty moccasins, drinking mug two of Yorkshire Tea. MrsJ’s hair is au natural, (not brushed, it will stay that way) no make up as usual.

Nanny LovesBach also saw that article and marveled at the clothing detail offered; possibly because the lady in question looked barely out of school and consequently hadn't done much to report about so far. Oh - today LB is wearing her dressing gown, circa 2005, prior to showering. Later she will choose an outfit from such desirable labels as ebay, and the reduced rail. Nothing knowingly bought new or at full price in the interests of saving the planet and her bank balance. When LB is offered flattering comments on her choice of clothing she can, with all honesty, say 'What, THIS old thing?'

Cheeseplantmad were spotted elegantly hobbling downstairs this morning wearing a pink silk dressing gown from 1990s era , half asleep , her hair uncombed , she were then spotted struggling to put on her grey £5 slippers from George , then rushing as quick as she can to switch on her silver electric kettle from George priced at £25 , ready to boil for her early morning brew of Typhoo one cup tea , £1 for 80 at Poundland .She then were then spotted standing about in the rain , still in her pink silk dressing gown , in her back garden waiting for her little brown fluffy puppy to do his early morning business .

Oh, one of us was drinking a large mug of builders tea, while the other was drinking a mug of instant lemon tea, that came in a jar. It was being drunk from a large mug decorated with a couple of comic cows and was made in Indonesia.

I love this thread. Granny is wearing last year’s black trousers from Morrisons, black and white top of unknown age and probably from Tesco, and Moshulu shoes. This elegant ensemble will be topped by an ancient Seasalt raincoat when she ventures out to church shortly. She has so far avoided looking in a mirror but the prospects are not good.