I’m a bit of a perfectionist. No, I’m a lot of a perfectionist. It’s a trait I’ve inherited via my Dad from my Grandad. One of his favourite quotes was “If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing well … and if it’s not worth doing well, then it’s not worth doing at all”.
Unfortunately, this philosophy isn’t conducive to a good wardrobe of clothes. I very rarely find something I really like so I don’t buy clothes very often. I like what I’ve got and I’ll wear it to death before it finally abandons me.
I also don’t like spending money on anything which isn’t worth every penny to me, don’t get me wrong, if I find something which I see as perfect, I’ll spend way over the odds to get it, I know I must have clothes, but it really goes against the grain spending money on something I don’t deem as perfect so I don’t see the point in spending much on an item of clothing which will sit in the wardrobe and gather dust on the coat hanger. Thrifty I call it, Stingy my Eldest daughter called it yesterday while shopping.
I have two events coming up, first a wedding at a music festival, and second a holiday in the sun and I literally don’t have enough clothes to go away for a week without having to wash and iron the contents of a case for the second half of the week so I was forced into a shopping trip as a need rather than a want. Eldest daughter came with me, her company and patience was very much appreciated, I can only imagine how frustrating I am to shop with and she is the only person who will still go with me.
Two weeks ago, or maybe it was three, we went to Banbury for the day where in the whole day I managed to buy two blouses and a pair of wellies in total all day (then managed to leave one of the blouses on a bench at the side of the canal). Of course, this ruined the shopping mood and we came home, missing the one train and just sitting on the platform for the second rather than re-visiting the shops.
Shopping trip round two was yesterday, in Oxford. This time we spent all day in and out of shops and came away with a pair of jeans and another two tops, Hubby threw his hands up in the air in despair when he saw how little we’d bought.
I did buy another pair of strange socks though which will make me smile again as I wear them, and I’m very, very appreciative of my shopping partner.