Shopping for clothes has to be at the top of the Clothes Pleasure Roll. I’m reminiscing. Isn’t it a pleasure to walk down a street, or through a mall with shop windows full of different styles of clothing and shoes and accessories? What a pleasure when you’re wading through the rails of frocks and shirts and skirts and trousers and you spot the perfect thing. You take it to the changing room. You are filled with anticipation and hope. Then as you slip it on and look at yourself in the mirror a thought occurs to you – ‘perfect’!
I’m starting with the positive, because no one knows better than I the feeling of absolute desolation that goes with trying on the dress that you know you absolutely have to have and it doesn’t fit well. I know only too well the deep disappointment that comes with the news that they don’t have it in your size or the frustration because the way it doesn’t fit is so slight, just half a size up, just half a centimetre separates you from your couture aspiration. Sometimes, because you really have to have it, you buy it anyway promising yourself the impossible promise. In truth, you are lying to yourself. ‘I’ll get into it’, but, you won’t and you don’t.
Shopping for clothes is ‘therapy’. It’s supposed to make you feel good about yourself, so forget the inferior shops filled with badly made, ugly, nastiness. If you really love to shop, you know the boutiques to go to. You know the ones who understand you and your style and who call you when your favourite designers are newly in stock and who keep items for you until the coffers allow. And when you take those items home, and they fit comfortably into your wardrobe and when you wear them and feel fabulous in them and look fabulous in them, you feel fed and watered and loved and spiritually rewarded. Shopping for clothes is an elixir!