Christmas Day has passed, and the onslaught of the christmas sales has begun.
Sale is one of my favourite words…along with Free.
P was all up for us going to Sainsbury’s on Christmas Eve to see if we could score a £1 turkey, but being a man of little planning, he left it till after the shops had shut to suggest it.
I love things going cheap. I love the idea of the sales. The love the idea of the sales, the reality is a thing I despise. The pushing, the shoving, the elbows, the children screaming, the pushchairs running me down between racks of clothes, the grabbing, the snatching and the general hellishness.
I love a good rummage and the thrill of that amazing find, but I like doing it at my own relaxed wandering pace, without the elbows please.
This year I have found my happy medium……..the online sales!
Having a few events coming up in 2011, a couple of weddings and the such like, I decided to buy some frocks whilst the prices were right.
So despite being laid on the sofa poorly with girlie flu, I’ve managed to get 2 dresses for a combined price of £20, without getting sucked into buying things I don’t really need or want, and getting so irritated that I abandon shopping all together.