It’s here again, every bargainista’s favourite time of year- Summer Sale! It creeps up on you, and before you know it you’re storming down Oxford St at 9am with eager eyes and clammy hands, full of anticipation- wondering what divine finds await you in the treasure troves of last season’s cast offs.
Once inside, you meet eyes with another tense sale bargainista ,both of you clock the last size 10 mohair ,ever-so Bridgette Bardot, oversized jumper on the rail, soon you find your heartbeat increases, your body temperature begins to rise and your elbow slowly starts nudging innocent bystanders out of the way, only to realise it’s not really a size 8 but a size 16 on a size 8 hanger, momentary day dreams of lazing around in your slouchy but chic mohair jumper on a sunday afternoon with your handsome parisian beau are crushed. Whilst you step aside from the mayhem for a moment of clarity, you watch as women fall to the floor clutching anything that glitters with that illusive 75% off sticker you’d been searching for.
Suddenly a pang of desperation hits you, all of a sudden that velvet body with sheer panels becomes more appealing, even if it is a size too small, you figure with a new membership to the gym it could work. Before you know it, you glide out of the shop,down the street and float up to your door, elated with a sense of pride and achievement.. three months down the line, the very same velvet body is still hung up in your wardrobe, along with many other mid-season mishaps that won’t see the light of day … until that gym membership renews itself that is!
Stepping out into the belligerent world of mid-season sales
It’s here again, every bargainista’s favourite time of year- Summer Sale! It creeps up on you, and before you know it you’re storming down Oxford St at 9am with eager eyes and clammy hands, full of anticipation- wondering what divine finds await you in the treasure troves of last season’s cast offs.
Once inside, you meet eyes with another tense sale bargainista ,both of you clock the last size 10 mohair ,ever-so Bridgette Bardot, oversized jumper on the rail, soon you find your heartbeat increases, your body temperature begins to rise and your elbow slowly starts nudging innocent bystanders out of the way, only to realise it’s not really a size 8 but a size 16 on a size 8 hanger, momentary day dreams of lazing around in your slouchy but chic mohair jumper on a sunday afternoon with your handsome parisian beau are crushed. Whilst you step aside from the mayhem for a moment of clarity, you watch as women fall to the floor clutching anything that glitters with that illusive 75% off sticker you’d been searching for.
Suddenly a pang of desperation hits you, all of a sudden that velvet body with sheer panels becomes more appealing, even if it is a size too small, you figure with a new membership to the gym it could work. Before you know it, you glide out of the shop,down the street and float up to your door, elated with a sense of pride and achievement.. three months down the line, the very same velvet body is still hung up in your wardrobe, along with many other mid-season mishaps that won’t see the light of day … until that gym membership renews itself that is!
Samira Larouci Interests: Vintage clothing, collecting records, travelling, writing, reading,styling.