Feet, Shopping And Indecisiveness

I hate my feet, they are different sizes, not that you'd notice, but I do, especially when I'm buying shoes!

I went shopping today and bought not only 1 pair but 3.. I can never decide what I like the best so I bring them home and look at them then decide what's going back if any..

I also bought a few tops which may or may not go back, probably not, have to see.. Oh is anyone as indecisive as me...LOL



Anyhow I'm glad to be home, Oxford Street is one of the worlds busiest shopping streets I think, I hate the hustle bustle and shuffling along in crowds that seem to be in a slow walking competition.

Still all in all it was for once a successful shopping trip, maybe that has something to do with the fact I was alone, no one else to please or to complain at me!

Shopping Makes Me Feel So "Wrong"

Went to Oxford Street after work to have a look around a couple of shops, particularly Marks & Spencer as I still have vouchers to spend from Christmas.

I tried on a few things, and actually bought a few tops and a skirt, luckily they have a 90 day returns policy so I still might change my mind.

I hate buying clothes as I always feel I look so "wrong" and ugly in the dreadful lighting they have in the fitting rooms. My boobs, bum and belly are too big, and out of proportion, my legs are too short and my skin.. well it looks gross.

Why oh why do they not have more flattering lighting I do not know. When I look in the mirror in the toilet at work I look surprisingly great, so it is possible to create an illusion and you'd think a shop trying to convince women to buy clothes would want to make it as beautiful an experience as possible!

After shopping I met my partner and we ate in Garfunkels, which was nice, no washing up!

But all that after a full day's work is just about my limit, I am sooo knackered it's ridiculous..

Anyway, just going to try on my new clothes again before I go to sleep..

Guess What Happened To Me!

Well it amused me and it might amuse you too...

I was on my way home from work, feeling dowdy, drab and tired.

I popped into a local supermarket to get a few bits and remembered I needed to get a birthday card for a friend. As I was browsing the rack I noticed the security guard watching me, almost making me feel uncomfortable, so I moved on.

I went round to the other side of the store and saw more cards, which I realised on closer inspection were Valentine cards. Suddenly from behind a heard a voice say, "Hmm it's Valentines soon"

As I turned I realised it was again the security guard, I replied "Yes, next week"

He then began saying how he was never lucky, how he'd never received a Valentine card.

I just smiled at him and told him not to give up hope, that this year maybe his lucky year - and then I walked away.

He followed me again, calling after me, asking if he might be lucky with me, might I be the one who sends him a card.

I turned and laughed, told him, Valentines are secret.. then I walked away, to the front of the store, paid for my bits and left...

Left with a smile on my face..

Addiction To Shopping - Not Me..

I cannot believe how so many shops are now opening on Boxing Day. Both of my daughters who do shop work when on uni hols are working today. One in Oxford Street and one in Brent Cross.

I think this is part of what spoils the Christmas feeling for me. When I was younger the shops would be closed for several days so you really did have to stock up with food and you really did have to find other things to do than go shopping. It was reported on the news and by my girl who started work at 8:30 this morning that there were long queues outside many of the shops. How materialistic our lives have become! You wont catch me out shopping on a Boxing Day!

Then there are those who couldn't even wait till Boxing Day, seems thousands were shopping online yesterday! What a lot of crazy shopoholics. I know there are bargains to be had, but still, I value a rest from it all!

Not to forget, years ago the sales didn't even begin until the 1st January. I can remember it being a big event, getting out early on the 1st!

Sunday Shopping Chores

The last few weeks I've been going through a frustrating phase of "what shall I wear?" Or rather what should I buy to wear... I no longer feel sure of what suits me or what I like. Don't want to dress too young or too old. Need to find clothes that fit my (I believe, difficult) shape. Things that mix and match with what I already have, things that do not cost the earth, and things that are fashionable enough but not too trendy that they last only a few months without looking "wrong"

Matters are made even more confusing as I have 2 daughters who are not afraid to tell me in no uncertain terms when I come home with something that is not right for me!

So today I went shopping in Oxford Street on my own in the hope of finding a few new bits and pieces. I did manage to get 3 tops and a (not particularly needed but it is a lovely green) handbag!

Next problem was shoes. At only 5ft 3 I would love to wear heels but as I tend to walk a lot rather than take the bus they are not that practical. Anyway to cut a very long story short I bought a pair of leather flip flops and some pretty black pumps.

Better keep them out of site of my girls or they will find something wrong with them!

As women we are supposed to love shopping, am I the ONLY one that finds clothes/shoe shopping such a chore?