Thursday, 26 January 2012
Falling off the wagon
Back in my younger days I always got excited about the sales. I'd rush out, sometimes on Boxing Day, to grab myself a bargain. But it was never really a bargain because nine times out of 10 I never ended wearing the damn things. And so I mostly avoid the sales.
But the sales don't avoid me. That's the problem with having online accounts with most of the high street stores; they have your e-mail address. And so for the past month I have been diligently deleting 99% of the sale e-mails that have been pouring into my inbox. And then I succumbed, just once mind. I found the perfect pair of cropped black trousers. And after throwing in a few extra items into the shopping trolley (as one does, they are ON SALE after all) I proceeded to the check-out to find the trousers were no longer available. Some sneaky bugger had trumped me. I almost bought the rest of the stuff until that little voice of reason popped up and reminded me I didn't actually need any of it.
And so I carried on through January feeling slightly smug. Until those e-mails appeared. I had become used to repeatedly pushing the delete button of a morning but then one day three little words caught my eye; final sale reductions. And I fell off the wagon.
It's all from Urban Outfitters
Spot blouse: £22