Wrong. Despite shopping til my feet bled (okay, ached) I found precisely 1 jacket which fitted me and it was over budget and didn’t go with anything I owned. I glumly conclude that I must be an even more odd shape than I had realised. Almost all of them were too big on the shoulder and too tight on the hip. Now, I once had one of those expert sessions where they measure everything (not quite in between your nostrils as Harry Potter did for his wand but pretty much everywhere else) and analyse the data and tell you your body shape. I turned out to be hourglass (obviously the supersized hourglass – don’t run away with the pleasant thought of me as some bombshell). But my jacket experience suggested that I was more like a pear. Or a Weeble if you remember those:
Although clearly I would NEVER wear pink. (I hate pink).