Tuesday, August 09, 2005
` Tuesday, August 09, 2005
This is what 6 weeks out of town does to a shopaholic, hell-bent on frittering away her hard-earned money in a mere 5 hours rampaging the stores in Orchard Road. I've never felt a stronger desire to contribute to the local retail industry than today (okay, the last time I felt this way wasn't too long ago), when I set out with nothing but leftover Indian rupees, S$5 and a couple of credit cards in the travel wallet.It felt like a breath of fresh air to walk the streets, after a long time away from the familiar brands I have grown to love and make a point to visit the stores each time the buying bug hits me. My sister happened to be equally enthusiastic about working the rounds at the various shopping malls today, which greatly contributed to the final haul of purchases that we tried to sneak past our mother, in case she started the neverending "Why do you need so many clothes when you already have so much that you haven't worn" debacle. In a way, I secretly sympathise with my mum, because of the sheer amount of laundry she had to be laddened with daily, and that her memory is constantly being questioned whenever I'd insist that the top I'd be wearing on any particular day is something I bought "a long time ago, you just don't recall, you know.". Evidently, my buying mantra has always been to the tune of "quantity, not (necessarily) quality".
As a result, my sister has been the grateful beneficiary of the stacks of clothes which I have never been successful in taking inventory of. A year ago, I attempted a wardrobe clean-out to rid myself of redundant fashion-victim mistakes, and I was appalled by the fact that there were plenty of items I had never worn nor recalled having made the purchase. In the process, I managed to fill up an entire gunnysack, but the clearing had been abandoned since then. It will take awhile before I'd sum up enough energy to revisit the unwanted clothing and either opt to donate to a charitable organisation (most likely option), sell them off at a flea market (potentially too much of a hassle) or give them to anyone who's looking for a bellbottom sleeved top or something to wear to a fancy dress party. Anyone game for a pair of high-waisted tapered jeans?
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