I have spent this weekend in Leeds with my boyfriend. I got the train down on Friday night after work. We started off our weekend in Harrogate with a trip to Betty’s for breakfast, then went into Leeds shopping.
First stop; Harvey Nichols. I have been toying with the idea of buying a pair of Louboutins for quite some time but as they are expensive I really want to find a pair I love. As it happened there was a sale on in Harvey Nichols. I found a beautiful pair- which I would have bought full price- but they didn’t have my size. I was really gutted as I’ve got my heart set on buying a pair. I have been saving up recently and therefore knew I had the money available to buy them. Much to my disappointment there were none that stole my heart, so I left empty handed.
I seen many handbags that took my fancy whilst shopping, and I have a massive addiction to handbags. However, I was good and resisted. I don’t need another handbag, so decided not to waste my money.
Not long after I had my first shopping meltdown. Something I haven’t experienced before. I have recently put on weight; something which I have struggled to do my whole life. I have been left in tears in changing rooms as no clothes will fit me as a size 6 would literally hang off me, through no fault of my own. I’ve just always been very slim. So we headed to All Saints, as I was meeting all of Andy’s friends for the first time that evening and wanted something nice to wear – I wasn’t keen on the outfit I’d packed. I seen a couple of lovely dresses and I tried a size 8 which was too small, then a size 10 which was too big, I tried other things on which just looked stupid and to add to my frustration the stupid pegs had the ends missing meaning every time I hung a hanger up it fell off with a massive clatter. I ended up sending Andy around the shop trying to find me something to wear. At one point I was standing in a pair of boots and knickers about to scream. I swear I wouldn’t have looked amiss as an extra in Girl, Interrupted.
I seriously don’t know what was wrong with me. I was just getting more and more upset and stressed out, which to me seems ludicrous over something as unimportant as shopping. It is a bit stressful not knowing what size you are and can empathise completely now with girls who find their weight constantly changes, and having to take 3 sizes to the changing room as you don’t know what will fit, however, this is something I haven’t really experienced. For me it’s always find the smallest size, simple.
So I believe I was having a shopping meltdown. Is this something you girls have experienced? I think I must be hormonal or something…Isn’t shopping meant to be enjoyable?