So I have to admit I am the worst at trying to buy mix and matching clothes. I also don't have the best dress sense. I admit I buy what I like to wear, but not always pay attention to how certain things will look together.

You think I'm joking, but seriously, I can spend two hours trying to pick an outfit and still look like Bozo the Clown. My friends, on the other hand, can just throw on any outfit at their fingertips without looking and look a million dollars. But that's okay, I'm cool with it, they're cool with me, all's cool. Plus the cats don't care how I look as long as I snuggle and feed them when they desire it, so they're cool with me, too. Mum's just happy to see me with pants on.

But my issue is this... I tend to buy clothes from a couple of on-line shops on the other side of Australia. I believe in shopping local and supporting local business, unfortunately the local businesses in town don't have what I like. I'm not partial to huge red and black cabbage flowers or a triangle/sharp angles pattern scattered over a dress even if my hips do rival a hippo's. But these couple of shops on-line carry pretty clothes in pretty colors and small print, so I usually go with them.

The other day I looked at all these pretty flowered knicker-bockers (pedal pusher pants, whatever they're called...I don't know, they come down to below the knee, okay?) and decided I better be a grown-up and actually get some plain colored shirts to go with them. So I picked some plainer shirts at the on-line store that - BONUS! - were also greatly reduced in a Heck Yeah! sale. (not that I go nuts at sales - I'll go into that later), and bought them.

The shirts arrived today. Really excited at being a grown-up for a change and acting my age, I opened up the parcel and tried everything on. Three shirts fit great. The other fours shirts are my new dresses. They go down to my knees. I kid you not. I looked down and yep,same old story. Apparently I'm not as tall as the model I saw wearing them in the on-line store.

This is not the first time this has happened to me. I'm currently wearing, as a dress, a tunic that was supposed to come halfway down my thighs. It hits my knees. I have five dresses that were originally supposed to be tunics I could wear with bike shorts. Never mind covering my generously curved bottom, they hide my thighs and skim my luscious knees.

I tried on the shorts I got for $8 (read that, $8!) each and they're too big in the waist. Cause to smile, yes, but now Mum has to take them in for me. Thank God for Mum, because all I can do is hem and sew on buttons. The only craft thing I'm good at is cross-stitch.

So while I have scored 3 shirts, I either have to hit Mum up to please cut off heaps of material and hem the dress/shirts, or just have another four dresses.

Sometimes being a grown-up sucks lemons. I think I'll just go back and throw mud at someone...