Monday, October 31, 2011

confessions of a teenage shopaholic

Growing up, I never did a lot of shopping. The most I ever did was once in a couple of months, with the exceptions of major sales time such as Boxing Day and End of Financial Year. Other than that, my cousin would always give my sister and I clothes that she didn't want anymore. Funnily enough, quite a lot of them had tags still on them.

I used to go shopping with my family a lot. Mum would always pay and Dad and my brother would just linger around - sometimes managing to buy something. My mum always bought more stuff compared to my sister and I. But that's nothing unusual, I remember she used to have a phase of buying perfume - tonnes and tonnes of them.

Now-a-days though, I go shopping by myself. I don't like going with anyone. Just myself is fine. Though on rare occasions I do find myself tagging along as someone else shops. But mainly, I like going by myself.

I treat shopping as the time where I can relax a little and just have fun, especially since I do most of my shopping after uni. It's like a stress-reliever - I can forget about all the crap that I have to do for uni and for an hour an a bit, I can enjoy doing nothing (not that I don't do that at home...)

I never had to worry about clothes back in high school. I just had to rock up with my uniform - nothing less, nothing more. But now that I'm in uni, I'm faced with the challenge of having to pick outfits every single day. I'm starting to get the hang of it, but it's still quite difficult.

I think this is mainly due to the fact that I'm not a very 'fashionable' person. My main goal is to feel comfortable in my clothes while at the same time not stick out as a sore thumb. I don't necessarily know what looks good with each other and 'balance' my clothes out with contrasts in colour and what-not, but hey, at least I care about what I wear.

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