Day Twenty-three

I tried on a skirt today. It was from Forecast. I haven't set foot in Forecast for a couple of years because I've been busy paying hefty amounts of money for clothes I could have bought from lowlier places for one fifth of the price. Price-tags do curious things to me. I suspect it's purely psychological that out of a sale item and a non-sale item, I always pick the latter because it's more expensive. Then again, I have a funny knack of entering a store and walking straight to the priciest dress on the rack.

I suppose my shopping habits also factor in my taste, which is summed up in two words - cream, and pretty. There's one store that does cream and pretty excellently. The QVB Kaviar girl and I are almost friends now. She looks like Nicole, by the way. Fun fact.

I hardly ever shop anywhere else. I'm completely over Witchery save accessories. Sportsgirl has gone off on a hippie tangent that I find aesthetically annoying. Kookai seems to have retained the same stuff for the past 10 months. I haven't been to Cue since I stopped properly presenting myself at work. I can't afford what I like from Myer. I'm scared of further crippling my savings by going to DJ's. I train myself to avoid diverting my eyes from my objective (Cheap Monday jeans) when I'm at The Strand.

Sometimes I pop into random little boutiques. Sometimes I comb through every thread in SES. Most of the time I don't buy anything because of one of three reasons. One, it sky-rockets out of my price range. Two, it looks as cheap as it is. Three, it doesn't fit.

The Forecast skirt fell into the third category. It was very cute. Didn't reflect its measly price of $30. Except once I had it on, there was something very off. The shape was all wrong.

"It's a high waisted skirt, by the way." The shop assistant called from outside the cubicle, as if she had read my mind.

"Oh," I said. It was sitting on my hip.

So I guess I saved $30 today. By this logic I guess I also saved $50 by not taking the taxi home, $50 by not dining out at Wagamama, $170 for denying myself hair treatment, and $2 for ignoring the hobo on the side of the road. That adds up to $302! High five.

Today is my birthday. I don't really want to think about it because for the next six days, I'm 21 and Jez is 20. Yuk, I just typed that out loud.