Shopping

[smokingboot]

There are three things I want to do tomorrow:

1)Meet the duke.
2)Go to Stabcon.
3)Carry on working on the project.

There is one thing I must do tomorrow:
Shop>>:-(

We go to Scotland next weekend, and I suspect the highlands aren't ready for the sight of a buck-naked Boot. My mother has sent me birthday money to buy clothes. My love has given me birthday money to buy clothes. I get the message: I am shabby beyond love's tact or blindness. Something must be done.

Oh, it's not that I don't want to look pretty. But I do seem to be the only woman I know who really, seriously, does not get off on retail therapy. No amount of Sex and the City repeats will turn me into that much loved marketing creation, the compulsive female consumer. I do try to get enthusiastic, but I hate changing rooms and changing room queues, I hate crowded saturdays and cheaply cut clothes, I hate bags that break and bustle and hassle. Above all, I hate having to do this when I have a dozen other things to do, because there's no more time!

It's not as though we haven't tried shopping after work, but I am too tired then, and I just get drained and exasperated. Much better to be having a larf avec Le Duke, or going to Stabcon, or getting on with this project which is turning into a major thing.

I mean, do I really need new clothes for Scotland? Surely I'll be fine with wellies and a kagool?

Comments

[november-girl.livejournal.com]

I think you'll be fine with wellies and a cagool so long as you have some *sturdy shoes*....and you're not the only woman you know who hates shopping. I loathe it with a passion unreserved for anything else, and can only cope with the concept of a Saturday shop if it also involves a crawl of the local pubs and coffee houses. Unless it involves books or boots, in which case I'm in hog heaven.

Clothes however are not inspiring, especially on a crowded Saturday. Why on earth don't you get a bus into Manchester during the week when there are only single mothers there to bother you?

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

I think your suggestion is the only sane answer. Otherwise,the more I think about tomorrow, the more I dread it!

[thalinoviel.livejournal.com]

I never really got the shopping thing until I tried the contraceptive injection. 3 months dose of progesterone in my left buttock and 12 hours later I was weeping down the phone at the Duke that I wasn't sure he loved me and we never went anywhere.

Sensible chap, he dropped everything and immediately took me to Covent Garden where I bought lots of nice smelling stuff from Lush and he bought me a gorgeous pair of garnet earrings and dinner.

Scotland-wise I would also suggest a big jumper, gloves, wooly hat and thermals (although we went for New Year so it mightn't be quite as cold now.) None of these has to be new.

As you have money to buy clothes, why not go for quality instead of quantity and buy something good from somewhere less crowded?

[smokingboot.livejournal.com]

I wish you were around to shepherd me through this madness!

Lush...mmm...very nice.

Buying toiletries is so much nicer than buying clothes. Don't know why...