So for me, one of the best parts of my week is waiting for the order to arrive that I ‘accidentally’ placed at some point during the week. I have a little bit of an obsession with shopping if you see some of my other posts or know me personally.
‘Oh, Joel I didn’t mean to add my entire wish list to my basket. Oh well… may as well wait until it arrives.’
There is something borderline orgasmic about opening a package from somewhere like Missguided or ASOS and bursting through that cellophane to feel the fabric lying within. Feeling it to see if it’s how I imagined it would be when I fell in love with it through my phone screen.
The sad part is that more often that not – the items are disgusting. Like actually U.G.L.Y. It’s a different kind of stress when you don’t need the clothing or are just buying things willy nilly but, I have a rugby dinner ball to go to this Saturday and I have actually nothing to wear. I know in my last post I talked about going shopping in charity shops and not wasting money on things I don’t need but – EXCUSE ME I NEED A DRESS. I ordered what looked like a beautiful mint green dress from ASOS and I was so confident about it. When it arrived and I ripped apart that cellophane, my soul fell through the floor. Never in my 26 years of life have I never had a more horrendous item of clothing come across my door. Even those God awful satin pink trousers my mother used to force me to wear were better. Ugh. I wonder if I could fit into them…
So I’m in dire straights, I have no idea what I am looking for and at this point I will wear ANYTHING. I have no time off before the ball so I am relying on shopping online. I am currently browsing websites looking for something fabulous to pop out – like, what is it that’s so hard about online shopping when you need something and so easy when you don’t?
It’s not like I am refusing to wear dresses that I already have it’s just that I have found that I really like eating, anyone else this way? I can’t fit into the dresses I have as I’m a little rounder than I was when I got the others. I broke my ankle a year ago and i’ve gotten so lazy from that having to sit down all the time.
I know, I know… First world problems. Anyway, if any of you see a dress send me it ok thanks.
I don’t mean the title of this to sound as homelessly charming as it does however, I am a bit of a self confessed dumpster diver. One of my favourite things to do is take a trip down little streets and hit the local charity shops and retro vintage stores. When I say I hit them , I really don’t mean it in the ‘Look at me, I’m alternative and my scarf was 80p from Oxfam’ – I genuinely spend my entire paycheck on makeup as it’s my number one passion and if someone on YouTube tells me I need something, I’m after it (Here’s looking at you Jamie Genevieve…)
I’m not some rich bitch who is looking for a kitsch little purse to match her Vivienne Westwood pumps. I have the odd night out and in an attempt to a. look nice and b. wear something that isn’t black my first thought would be to look through the charity shops first. There’s something thrilling about finding a little gem hidden in the rack among the moth ball infested coats that look like your Great Aunt might wear. Would it not be the worst thing to go into your favourite high street shop and panic buy a top that you only really half like and that costs you 6 hours worth of work? To then casually drop by somewhere like Oxfam and find a little beauty for £2. Not only have you saved yourself around £48 but you’ll have contributed to charity AND not even feel as bad if you only wear it once.
Now, I don’t shop exclusively in charity shops. I shop in Topshop and River Island and online with retailers like Missguided, etc but I LOVE going into charity shops too. I think it’s great to find a balance between them. I like to get my statement pieces, like my jeans and things I wear all the time brand new but I can’t help but want a cheeky little bargain from the charity shops. One of my all time favourite cardigans I got in St Vincent de Paul in Newcastle, Co. Down about 6 years ago and I snuggle into every now and then – it’s so comforting. There is something thrilling about the fact that someone else’s trash is my treasure. There’s an ornament chilling on my shelf that cost me £1.50 and I LOVE it.
Anyway, I didnt really have a point – just that I love bargain hunting and in fact I’ve talked about it that much now that I’m going to have to go to Red Cross Vintage for a nosy. Last time I bought a bag that had a little sachet of glitter hidden inside – it was magical. That was a good day.