I am sure everyone has heard of retail therapy.
But do you believe it works?!
Believe me, it does!
Whenever I am having a sucky day, or if I am a bit down in the dumps, then shopping is my therapy.
I love the feeling when you walk into a shop and see rail upon rail of new clothes waiting to be admired. The sleeves of the shirts and coats and jumpers practically reach out to pull you in their direction. The shoes tap impatiently, waiting for your attention.
I like how all the clothes are organised, by colour, by occasion or cut. I even like a good sale rack. I like not knowing what is coming next, that between the hangers of tat might be a bargain waiting to be snapped up!
I like how the changing room mirrors line the walls, almost creating a cat walk for you to display your potential next purchase.
I love the feeling of delight when you slip on the dress of your dreams, and it fits perfectly, making your bum/breasts/hips/waist/tummy (delete as appropriate) look better than never before. You can almost here the compliments coming already from your friends. Hell, the dress is so good, even strangers will be throwing compliments at you!
Next comes the triumphant march to the checkout. You did it. You came, you saw, you conquered. The dress is in your arms (and if you are anything like me, it will be accompanied by 1 to 10 pairs of shoes, a t-shirt that is perfect for work, a pair of sunglasses because the 7 pairs you have at home just aren't enough, oh, and a pair of jeans for good measure).
The walk to the checkout is a breeze. The queue is marked out by posts and black ribbon, but to us girlies, this is like the cordened off section before the red carpet moment. The lead up to the good stuff. You wait patiently in line, your moment is seconds away. The fellow shopper in front proceeds for her turn, and then finally, you are there! You are at the front of the queue, you hand over your plastic, and watch as the assistant folds and wraps your purchases and puts them in a beautiful crisp new bag. You did it. They are yours!
I like the weighty feeling of numerous shopping bags in your arms - the cardboard bags are the best - they are like the A-listers of bags - they ooze glamour and sophistication. When you see a cardboard bag, you know its contents are going to be good.
I like filling the car boot with all your purchases on the way home, and then tipping them out all over your bed when you get home, re-living your spending, re-trying clothes on, re-confirming your purchases as if they were the best decisions that you ever made.
So you can see, my dears, how shopping has the ability to take ones mind off everything for hours upon hours. Yes, I know this may be deemed superficial. Yes, I know that a lot of people who read this may think this makes me a shallow person.
Those who know me, know that I am not superficial nor shallow. Shopping is just something I love, and it honestly makes a bad day good.
Shopping is my therapy.
