It’s SALE time! Traffic is murder and those shops that you normally browse at your leisure are rammed to the gills with eager bargain hunters who, having been so restrained during the previous credit crunch months, are now chomping at the bit to find themselves a treat or seven! And believe me, there are bargains to be had… it’s just a case of knowing where to look! I had a wonderful burst in one of my all time favourite high street stores yesterday – Karen Millen! I was in a hurry and hunting for the perfect dinner dress – not too dressy but smart enough to make me feel like a princess – to wear that evening! (Nothing like a last minute panic to throw you at the mercy of the rampaging crowds!) Trawling through the rails, my eyes were constantly distracted by all sorts of wonderful bargains and I found myself wondering if my poor credit card could take another hit.
Not only is Karen Millen a one-stop shop for evening / party wear but it’s fabulous for those key pieces of office and day wear. My eye was caught several times by stunning little pencil skirts with little kicks at the back – oh so flattering and they make your bum look fantastic - and shirts with all the detailing of the season – ruffles, fabulous cuffs and buttons to die for!
Despite discreetly slipping a pencil skirt in amongst my ever-increasing pile of clothes to try on, restraint got the better of me. As I passed rail by rail of beautifully tailored clothing, I decided to settle on a key piece from this season that I hadn’t invested in previously. My wardrobes are rammed with dresses in every style but there is very little colour variety. Apart from a totally impractical yellow dress (utterly OTT) that I simply fell in love with and had to have, most of my LBDs are just that… BLACK! No, I wanted something to stand out from the crowd that could be worn time after time without feeling like I was trussed up like a turkey. Could I do bold yet understated.
And then my eyes settled on it… the perfect little number… a beautifully, yet simply cut little purple shift dress. The dress itself was figure hugging but loose enough to skim over those hips of mine. The length was perfect – neither too short or so long that I would be stopped by the fashion police. Really, it was just waiting for me to snap it up.
A quick trip to the changing room later, where items were quickly discarded – too big, too small, too grey, too sack-like – and my purple number was my new best friend… not to mention the shoes that the assistant cunningly slipped under my door! (It would have been rude to refuse – especially at THAT price!). Yes, I felt like a princess!
What became of the pencil skirt I hear you cry? Sadly, it was not to be! That was definitely not a match made in heaven! Despite the immaculate tailoring, I felt like I had a big arrow pointing straight to my saddlebags shouting “look at me”. NOT a good look! I am sure Visa will thank me in the long run!
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