Shopping Trip

Finally the big day had come around, It was the day I had been half dreading and half looking forward to in a weird kind of way. On one hand, it meant spending quite a lot of money and on the other hand it meant combating what I suppose you could call a phobia (Google says that this would be chrometophobia - a fear of spending money). I suppose it's not really a phobia as such, more an unwillingness to spend money on items which I deem to have no real value - in this case, clothes.

I can quite happily spend my money on gadgets and other pointless accessories, stationary used to be a particular favourite, and at one time I wasn't able to walk into WHSmith's without buying something - whether it was a chocolate bar or a ruler - as long as I bought something, I was happy. I've grown out of that now but for some reason I still find it difficult to spend money on clothes. Perhaps there is some deep psychological reason for this? I have had many bad shopping trips in my life and they are usually because I buy something cheap and cheerful from Primark, get it home and decide I don't like it or buy 6 of the same top because they are two quid each and then realise that they are that price for a reason.

Well today that all changed, and with a great deal of assistance from a good (and stylish) friend of mine, we set of to the Bullring. I managed to distract us from the task in hand for about an hour whilst we had lunch. Originally we were set for the Pizza Hut lunch buffet after my friend told me that she had never eaten there until last week and had since become addicted to the place. On arrival however, doubts quickly swept across our minds after seeing the queue. It was then that we decided to go next door to Nando's, somewhere neither of us had been before. Seeing as this was a day about trying something new, this seemed rather fitting. I managed to steal another 20 minutes after the meal by suggesting that we get dessert from the ice cream stall outside the restaurant and then we would be banned from the shops until we had devoured them. This didn't take long as the cherry flavour ice cream I had chosen was particularly tasty and even contained real cherries!

Three hours later and we were done (owing mainly to me being 'awkward' apparently) Actually I would probably concur with that observation but nonetheless I had spent some money and got some nice clothes with only one pair of jeans that were not available in my size which have since been ordered online on instruction from my friend.