This past week I've attempted to shop twice. And I can conclude that it hasn't really worked out for me. I used to relish the thrill of the chase but now I feel the energy drain, as the depression sets in when those familiar doors slide open. Faced with the general public I'm easily overwhelmed by the consumerism of it all. And I feel sick. The kind of sickness you feel when the inevitable shows itself. The inevitable being that you just know you're going to buy something for the sake of being productive and you're going to end up hating it.
I'm getting old in my early twenties. I must be because the price tags in stores shock me. They really do, especially from the big retailers. When I was in Top Shop checking to see if I was missing out on anything, I saw a sweater with a tag of 900kr or about $AU140. A big cable knit sweater, yes--but still a sweater, from Top Shop. Buying it would've likely caused physical pain knowing I could get half a sweater from Filippa K (mmm Filippa K) instead. Maybe even three quarters of a sweater and for just a little more I could get the whole sweater, probably the most practical.
Kids, the lesson learned; buying cheap is expensive because it'll soon need replacing. End of rant.
Mandy Coon by Ruvan Wijesooriya