My Barrow Bath arrived a couple of days ago. Excellent and predictable shipping time as always, so 10 points for international shipping etc, pat yourselves on the back.

Everyone's been praising this t-shirt. Not just because little Miss Barrow is so damn hot with her slinky, silky (well, I'm assuming they are) legs and the controlled water line (you know she's asking for it!) Although you know, even I could be easily seduced. I could.

But other than the saucy little minx, people have been praising the brand spanking new coral colour of the girly tees. So have I. My jaw dropped at the sight of the bright colour, and while I'm not the biggest fan of such bright colours, the coral had me foaming at the mouth at its perfect timing, considering the arrival of summer where I am and all. But damn near wasted that foaming-action, because it came, I put it on, I scrutinised, I (just!) managed to convince myself that no, it was just the mirror playing tricks on me, and I wore it out. Bravely. Feeling chuffed. And I'm not even British.

Except throughout the entire (further shopping... hey, Christmas is coming) outing, display windows and just about anything that I could reflect myself off of drew my eyes in like magnets. I probably spent more time staring at my reflection than the goods on display. (Needless to say, sales assistants were somewhat baffled, glancing over at me to see what of their product I'd tried on, only to find that I was in my own clothing only. Why the heck was I in their changing rooms then?!)

Then, finally, the bf said what I'd been trying to deny all day - the t-shirt makes me look bigger than I normally am (he's lucky I'm realistic about my figure etc, because if it were any other girl, he'd probably have had her nails lodged into the back of his head.)

And it's true. As much as it pains me to admit it, the colour is hideous. It's a bad 80's come-back that no one ever anticipated, or even wanted in the first place. It's not quite neon orange, but it's not quite what you'd expect of coral either. It's almost as the picture depicts, except in reality, it seems to glow in a subtly disturbing way, bright and loud enough to broadcast to the entire world that I'm an 80's baby, and definitely not of the good kind.

Why didn't I succumb to the glorious pink of the Cookie Loves Milk? I'm a girl after all - if in doubt, trust in pink.