Bargain hunting
Do you know who’s dead? Asking that question can be a sign that you’re approaching menopause. So too, is an avid interest in bargain hunting. Today, I indulged in the latter. And, what a fantastic day! The sun was shining and I took it into my head to drive out into the countryside to visit some designer outlets. I wish I could tell you I found the most wonderful bargains and had a wardrobe to see me through the office this summer. Alas no. And, despite trying on about 30 pairs of shoes and sandals, and even a pretty funky pair of trainers, I came away in the end without new shoes – largely because I overheard an older lady in the same store saying she had a wardrobe full of bargain shoes, none of which she has ever worn. There but for the grace etc.
Instead, I allowed myself to be tempted by the delights of Molton Brown and picked up a wonderful sleep balm and two full sized body lotions for a mere 20 euro. The sales assistant told me these would have cost me 95 euro in store and that has cheered me up enormously.
I am also now the proud owner of a Monsoon t-shirt that I bought, not because I liked it, but because it was only 5 euro and, at that price, it seemed sinful not to avail of the purchasing opportunity.
Of course the fact that the hair-brained jaunt required 30 euro of petrol somewhat takes away from the bargain aspect but, as any midlife woman worth her salt can attest, that is not the point, now, is it?
