sale fiasco

July 1, 2009 • no comment • 681 views

London is filled with “SALE” signs everywhere you go. Literally!\’a0
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I’m so confused as to which shop to enter first, and I’m so tired of bumping into sweaty people and their grumpy boyfriends and moody toddlers.\’a0
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But that didn’t stop me from going to Harrods yesterday. And the day before that.\’a0
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I must be growing up because I came out with NOTHING. 2 days in a row and I came out with nothing. Maybe because there were no small sizes left, or I couldn’t be bothered to search through messy racks. What am I saying?! I MUST be growing up. I picked up some stuff, even tried them on to, and regardless of how it looked on me, I put it back.\’a0
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It felt frustrating for a while, because I had no idea why I was feeling this way in my supposedly happiest location in the world.\’a0
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Bags were 70% off, clothes were lying everywhere looking all sad and wanting to be owned and loved, shoes were just throwing themselves at you, even Chanel had some ugly bags on sale! I felt kind of stupid to not buy anything during the huge sale, as if missing out on a really really good thing.\’a0
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I tried so hard to want something, but I just couldn’t. Even if I feel that it looks nice, an automated voice message in my brain played, “You don’t need it. You have something like it“, or “You will never wear that short skirt in KL and paying 100 pounds for it is pure stupidity“, or just a simple “You can’t afford it” when I picked up a gorgeous Chanel bag. That last conversation finished pretty quickly because I couldn’t argue with reality. :'(
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I looked at Dean after 3 hours of being there. Even he had some green Harrods bag in his hands!
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What was wrong with me?!! This is so unlike me!
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I even contemplated on buying some foodstuff for my house, just to buy something! Anything! But I wasn’t hungry.\’a0
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We stayed on until the store closed, so then, we had to leave.\’a0
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Harrods+Red+Carnation+only_596_19219008_0_0_7036082_300
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I scratched my head in the cab, totally confused with my behaviour. Wow. I’m a grown-up now who can calculate the economics and practicality in my head, and only buy things intelligently, instead of the mere fact that it has a big cross sign that says “REDUCED” on it.\’a0
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Dean looked at me and gave me a big approving smile. “I’m very proud of you,” said he.\’a0
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Pfftt what does he know?! At least he had some nice purchases to look at when he got home.\’a0
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But the truth is, I feel extremely proud of myself now.
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I am no longer the bratty kid who just has to have everything she desires, and will go to great lengths to own it in the end, no matter how long it took or how much persuasion she had to make.
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I am no longer the ungrateful child who sometimes buy things that she doesn’t know she already has lying at the back of her closet, never worn.
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I am no longer the stupid girl who buys things blindly and then complains that all her money has finished.\’a0
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OK, fine I bought a pair of shoes. But they don’t count because they were really really gorgeous.\’a0
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And I am still proud of myself, god damnit! 🙂