I mean that literally. Post the angst of the morning I needed some unwinding, and how. I mean, had I not unwinded, I would have unravelled and so much oil slick on the roads from dissolved fat would have caused a pile up a mile long. Anyway, expedientally, Inorbit has also decided to be on sale. Everything in it. From the Shoppers Stop and Lifestyle at either end, to everything in between. That includes Charles and Keith. And Guess. And Remanika. And Regal. And Catwalk. And Intouch. There were more too on sale. But, like the eyes of the alcoholic only seeks out liquor and wine shops, so do these contact lensed eyes only sift out the bag and shoe shops from the grist. Therefore I ran in, with full war paint, having escaped from hordes of violent adults masquerading as parents (more details on that horrific experience once I have recovered from the trauma), shiny sequined chiffon top already crumpled and crushed like I had been through a second class Mumbai local, my hair a total mess, my face punctuated with two stress induced frown lines. I emerged, a couple of hours later. Many thousands lighter. And stress relieved. Of course, the husband would rather I popped a Disprin. Or a Valium. Or whatever would be cheaper than this. A black patent leather in a soft finish, with metallic inserts from Esbeda. A handbag for my mother (I appreciate her more each day that I struggle being a mother). A brown and matt gold knit mock sweater top from FCUK. (Which incidentally wasnt on sale, but dont tell anyone that, except for the man who puts in the ticks and the crosses in my ledger of good and evil). Come on, I have a ladies lunch coming up next week. I need to look good. This not counting the many tops I already have which make me gorgeous already. A pair of divine gold and cream stilletoes from Charles and Keith which I will never be able to walk in, let alone run around in, and will probably have to be a Cleopatra and be carried around by slaves on a modern day palkhi should I ever deign to wear them. Some random toys for the kid. All educational. All which didnt excite him at all. A couple of Tshirts for the husband. To assuage guilt and feel Like A Very Generous Girl. And a handbag for the MIL.
Excuse me now while I bask in the glow of needless excessive shopping, before the cold light of morning and the credit card bill strikes.