Well it’s January again- where does the time go?! Seems like
only yesterday I was rocking my cats on holiday sweater and dungarees ready for
a fresh new year of playing in the water tank and milk time in the reading area
(even at the age of 4 I like to think I was somewhat the fashionista). So here
we are a fresh new year, and whilst my days of Topsy and Tim and Uno at wet
playtimes are truly over, I find myself once again equally as excited by sumptuous
spring work wear as I once was about my shiny school shell suit.
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Wednesday, 2 January 2013
January Sales=Pale Beached Whales
Now, don’t get me wrong, I am a bargain babe. I love nothing more in life than thrills at the tills. I can barely contain my excitement as that £40 sweater I’ve been eyeing up for months is finally about to be mine, grinning like the Cheshire cat, my heart beating so wildly it could pop out my chest at any given moment. Then as the assistant scans the label reading now just £18 I struggle to refrain from letting out a huge homer Simpson style “Woo-Hoo” …and repeatedly thank god for tena lady.
I always find the January sales, however, a total nightmare and quite frankly bloody frightening. Hordes of Mac-clad ladies wait anxiously frozen cheeked outside the doors at 5am under the cover of darkness, intensely throwing each other daggers of death as they stomp their hooves and prepare to charge the store. Once inside they frantically snatch garments off the railing and barge their way to the tills.
It all gets a little bit handbags at dawn, and furthermore nobody seems to understand that not at all are they investing in beautifully crafted stylish gems, but rather snapping up the rejects from bargain bucket which will no doubt do nothing for their post Christmas figure or pale washed out I havn’t been away since two summers ago-skin, and almost certainly leave them looking kind of, well, pale beached-whale.
Perhaps worst of all though, we all know that these ‘bargains’ are destined to remain hanging lifeless at the back of our wardrobes, tags still attached gathering dust and diminishing street credibility for years to come.
This year I beg you, don’t be drawn into traditional tat! New Year, new you: save your pennies for those spring time treats that will have you looking more chic and cheerful and bang on the money!
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