I am a terrible shopper. In fact, whilst I love clothes and fashion, I really dislike the process of getting them. I cannot stand changing rooms (mirrors are too damn close for comfort). The times I have tried stuff on has been, more often than not, humiliating. I remember one day I was in a cool store in Paris, The Kooples. My beau, the style guru, had persuaded me to try some stuff on. It was painful. Skin tight trousers made my butt look like a watermelon more than a peach. Everything I tried looked hideous. I left empty handed and depressed. So we went for afternoon tea. That day shopping not only made me grumpy, but also fat.
I also can't bear trawling around shops for hours or humming and ha-ing about the colour, fabric, length of skirt. You start seeing white light and needing a lie down.
I also get REALLY irritated when sales assistants start asking you a million questions about what you want. No matter how many times you say you are fine and just looking, they try and break you down. You end up agreeing to some rubbish scarf or t-shirt just to get rid of them.
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