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Recently, i've unleashed my inner power to recruit new products. In simpler terms, i realised that i cannot resist the temptation to shop. Last night after work, i shopped. Today, i shopped. I swear i wasn't planning to; today was supposed to be a study day for me, but all i've done till now is tutored, shopped and blogged.
I've been such a bad daughter lately, constantly making mum angry, so today when mum said she wanted to go shopping, i offered to keep her company, just to make up for my previous mischievousness. Well, okay, it wasn't entirely for mum, coz i did want to shop for a dress for the dance social next friday night, but i still like to convince myself that i am being a good daughter.
So off to DFO in moorabin. First stop: Ojay. Today, i've broken my record. Last week at valleygirl, i picked up 6 garments before i made my way into the fitting rooms. Today, i picked up 12. Impressive huh? Well, not really, coz none of the 12 was a dress. Anyhow, i tried them all out. Too big, too small, doesn't look good, ugly colour, mismatched buttons.... So, in the end i picked out 3 tops and a belt, which cost me $45 all up. Not too bad.
But the dress! So i ventured out to another shop. Second stop: Giordano. Everything was marked down! But time was running out coz the place closes at 6pm. (btw, i spent 1.5hours at ojay). I pulled out 4 pairs of jeans, tried them on, and 10 mins later i was at the counter paying for 2 of them. Impulsive buy, yet again. I think the shop assistant made a mistake with one of them and charged me $20 instead of the marked $30 for the jeans, but i definately wasn't going to complain.
5:55pm. The dress. Crap.
I spent $80 on clothes and i didn't even end up trying on a freakin dress. Annoyed at myself, yet satisfied with my purchases. I guess i'll have to just resort to what i have in my closet for next friday night. |
posted by sciurine @ 8:15 PM |
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