(read: Happy January sales!)
Casually perusing the Topshop sales, I spy a beautiful pair of tailored plum trews, just a few hangers away... beside the long legged bomber jacket wearing sales shopper, "can I get there before she does?" The other girl moves closer... She has her hand on the hanger and lingers for a moment. Christ please don't pick them up!
She does. Of course she does.
I gaze longingly as she carelessly wanders off with them over her arm. Frantically I search where they were, maybe there's another pair? Maybe that isn't the spot for them and they'll be elsewhere on the rails? No avail. I enter panic sales mode and for some reason, I feel the need to make a purchase of something. Anything! "It'll be a bargain", I convince myself.
I opted for a non-sales item, which I'll no doubt be debuting here shortly (it's a gem). When i got home I decided to have a little peek online, maybe I'll find the holy-grail-plum-tailored-trews...
I'm starting to think I imagined them. When I regaled the sales story to my other half he didn't seem terribly impressed, instead stared at me for an unsettling length of time probably wondering what he's got himself into.
I did however find a few wonders online, including this beaut:
I'm seeing a bit 'west-end market' style here. Where are these people wearing neon pink leopard print baseball caps? This is why I love personal style so much - I bet someone can pull it off. (Vicky Pollard?)
But really, all joking aside it's refreshing to see someone wearing a brazen metallic gold puffa jacket and looking, well, cool. My style isn't to everyone's taste (flouro boucle pelmet skirt? gimme) but I wear what I'm comfortable in, and I love that someone can be comfortable in, well, this...
Or maybe not. That's why they're in the sale.