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Just went shopping with my MIL who I could sort of tell wanted to buy me something (but she never says til you're at the point of payment). Anyway, we're in Browns in Gainsborough, which has East, Phase Eight, White Stuff and a couple of smaller "middle aged lady" brands.
I espy this, which I wasn't sure would fit (size 16) but is clearly gorgeous. MIL keeps hard-selling lots of high-neck A-line smocks and tunic dresses. In grey. Anyway, I try on the dress, which looks adorable, except it clearly needs a vest as it shows too much cleavage for work. I show MIL, with hand over cleavage. She looks me suspiciously up and down. I mention need for a vest. She makes me take my hand away, and then pulls face of horror and disgust. I mention the vest again.
On the way out she tries again to interest me in clothes with no shaping or tailoring between boobs and waist, and I realise that this is the root of her preferences/distaste. Well, that and she is disgusted by my weight.
Anyway, I love it and would've bought it anyway, but sure enough she pays for it at the checkout. Then I show it to my husband just now and she says, rolling her eyes, "I think you should just put some stitches in the neckline". I mention the vest again. She ignores me and looks disgusted.
Nice dress, though. It looks cuter on me. More full-skirted.