Banned?

 Something must happen in the heat of Benidorm to bring out naughtiness. While on a day trip out with Justin and Jamie, Jamie and I found our new calling in life.

We inexplicably found ourselves in a clothes store called Bellaminis. That doesn’t sound unusual. I hear you cry, no it isn’t! But before we knew it we were spotting Spanish fashion items we just couldn’t resist.  

This is where the unusual (for us at least) came in… 

We started with a little leather number.

Then found a skirt to go with it

Jamie judged these a little dull for me, so we moved onto the sparkles! However the wise woman that she is, suggested the UK Parliament could do with a few more sparkly women, so I’m trying it out to gauge interest… 

Fearing for gravity defying exposure we spotted a stunning denim diamante number that might work for a party night. However it felt a bit too plain - clearly not enough glitz. 

Would this be better we wondered?

Although this combo did seem much more… me!

Jamie became a little concerned that I’d feel the chill of an evening, as there can be a breeze after sundown, and we wouldn’t want me to catch cold! She thought this stylish Gillet would be suitable and fit right in with my wardrobe.

We did however find a couple of items we just couldn’t identify. For instance, what on earth is this?

Underwear? Outerwear, torture device, compression garment? 

And I’m reminded of long johns grandpa’s used to wear, but this wasn't in the lingerie area… Do people wear this as a complete garment? Is perhaps ice skating  popular here?

Dodging behind clothing rails, giggling like teenagers we hid from the shop staff desperate not to be barred before our mission was complete. Before we knew it we were in the formal wear section and found ourselves singing Defying Gravity, albeit very quietly so we wouldn’t be overheard!

Are you team Glinda or Elphaba? I think you all know I'm Elphaba, right? Jamie having recently watched part one, has said she is definitely a pink sparkles, team Glinda woman.

Anyone who knows me well knows I can’t resist accessories. Namely matching shoes and bags. Here we found a problem. Clearly every one of the previous outfits fitted me perfectly (well, one arm in a leg hole at least), but shoes, nope. I love my pink boots, but a girl can never have enough pink boots and these were perfect; if I didn’t have ‘sturdy nurse’ legs and big feet. Oh how I love these!

There was a rather limited selection of bags available - which was disappointing. However this caught my eye immediately, after all who doesn’t want a handbag in the form of a woodland owl?  

Beaten only by a pumpkin! - I know a few people who would love this, I was tempted!

As we circled the store, we found Ian and Justin pretending they had never met us before, and bore no responsibility for the feral wives we are (if you have seen my Facebook post recently you will understand!)

However, it wouldn’t be right to find a new outfit without finding something for one’s husband.

Ian was not impressed with my choices. Can’t think why!

As we went to leave the store we clearly took a wrong turn, found ourselves heading through the changing room into The Rusty nail, and then when trying to exit, I found myself on the catwalk! 

Were we banned? Not this time, but there is another chapter to this tale that could end in disaster…..

Tune in again soon to find out!