So I like to shop. Just a bit, but no more than that of a normal mid to late 20s woman with some portion of a disposable income. And while my consumerism is not an all time high, it does tend to get worse if I am under certain stresses or emotional distress.
The week a little retail therapy was not only called for but absolutley necessary. And as always I needed to have a pretence to purchase and this escapade was labelled Bag hunting. Overseas travel without a backpack meant that I needed to buy a new suitcase. I never like to pay full price for much at all so a trip to DFO was necessary.
As a chunky lady, trips to DFO are normally avoided for clothing options. An entire shopping centre filled with stores that are ‘sample sizes’ and rejects are not exactly confidence builders for those of us who need to wear more than a size 10. ‘Sample’ outfits in the most amazing, individual colours and styles but only enough fabric to cover my left thigh. Needless to say, a bag was a necessity but I had braced myself for a disappointing and somewhat disheartening shopping adventure.
A carpark less than 40m from the closest door, a good omen but surely coincidence. Entry and a bag found in under 15 mins, more than a good omen but I still refused to get excited before the mandatory figure eight around DFO. A smile and a sympathy flirt from a cute, albeit boy, at Gloria Jeans and with a soy chai latte in tow the adventure began.
Shop window after shop window of endless dresses and tops all with no hope of fitting. Then on cue when I had just finished telling my friend that I was over DFO, that I knew it would end like this and it was lucky all I needed was luggage when around the corner came the mecca of aisles. And like a shining beacon that glowed and sung with a chorus of angels there were shoes. Shop after shop of shoe stores. This seasons styles at last seasons prices and all available in size 9.
You see the benefit about shoes is that skinny girls sometimes have skinny feet. Which means that shopping centres have shoes in left over sizes – like 9 and 10 – rather than a plethora of size 6,7 and 8. And halleluha – a non wasted trip. Rows and rows of beautiful shoes, shoes that hurt the balls of my feet just by looking at them but a way to feel pretty and spending under $50.
As far as I am concerned a fifty dollars well spent. Pieces of leather, moulded and dyed into beautiful shapes that are guranteed to fit every time, just like your undies. Happy with two new pairs of shoes and a new piece of holiday luggage… successful shopping trip number 549 over and a return trip planned at the end of the season. I guess you have to just be prepared to wait. Patience rewards all of us apparently.
life in big frilly knickers 