Sale season is a time of jagged, chewed-on nails, headaches and salty tears rounded off with a strong emotional cocktail of relief, anger and joy. Do I need to remind anyone of the Outnet's 1£ sale and the death threats that ensued? You have already seen my crowning sale aquisition in my previous post and although my wallet is far away from my longing grasp for safety reasons, financial and physical ones, it doesn't stop me from oogling and browsing. Excessively.
From digitally stroking the blue collar on that Carven jacket or adjusting that faultless Preen medley of orange and blue lace prior to imagining that Rubik's cube jumper together with an A-line leather skirt – my digital shopping cart has reached an astronomical value that of course will never materialise. So I'll go now and empty it for the millionth time and pass the staff of financial ruin to you.
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