Sunday, May 23, 2010
We dashed into Montpellier for 10am, way before the hoards make it. I loathe hate and detest shopping in large crowds. I'm not an enthusiastic shopper at the best of times, actually, and yesterday confirmed exactly why.
It started off well. I took my boy into C&A and he picked out three snazzy cutoffs/tee-shirt outfits plus a belt to hold up the trousers on his slender frame. Very pleased, he was, but thirsty, so we stopped for a Fanta/coffee to prepare us for the next crucial stage. Me.
We went into Zara, Carroll, Morgan and a couple of others. I was looking for a simple, smart white top that will go with all my new clothes, suitable for summer wear. Easy peasy? Nope, mission impossible. I didn't fine ONE simple white stretch polyamide top, and nothing that even came close. This is why I hate shopping. I never find what I'm looking for.
I didn't find any shoes either. The ones I liked had some dodgy stitching along the side which irritated my foot and they didn't have another in my size. I'm not into gladiator strapping, having done that in 1984 which is when I was the right age for it, and couldn't find anything else. Not that I wasted much time on it. I get frustrated at seeing nothing but crap so just give up in the end.
I did pop into Jacadi for a cute red-striped cotton jersey dress and knitted cotton jacket for my new little niece (a breath-taking price). Are you registered with us? asked the charming saleslady. No, replied I, thinking that at their prices I wouldn't be a regular shopper, my niece would just have to slum it in Gucci... (joke).
So that was that. I came home empty-handed. As usual.
Thank goodness for Pierrette!