back to basics.

woke up fairly early this AM (10.30, which to me is practically dawn), so decided to do some hardcore life organising. my wardrobe is literally stuffed with clothes, half of which still have their tags on.
you know whats it's like, somebody texts you to say River Island are having a sale so you pretend you've fallen over, broke your nose and had to be rushed to a&e to get out of work...right? well you're already over-excited at getting the day off so the adrenaline currently swarming in the veins gets another boost when you see other shoppers frantically dashing around the shop, multicoloured piles of joy clamped to their arms, ravaging through racks with the words 'HALF PRICE' emblazoned above. its christmas for fashion junkies. i 'bargain black out', loose 2 hours and am suddenly sitting at home on the bed, surrounded by carrier bags, a turquoise poly-blend skirt cemented in an iron grip. i can tell you now, that skirt was fuggo, but the fact it had gone down from £30 to £10 made it seem like Aladdin's lamp. 
so that offending item was the first to go to the kids in africa. they can probably use it for fire material. i discovered ALOT more shocking purchases, such as a graphic print bandeau jumpsuit too small for me. but it was £5.
we all do it when we know it's wrong. sales are the worst time to shop because although alot of the stock may be reduced, if we loved it that much, we would have brought it at full price. x

oh audrina, did you get bargain blackout too?!