The budget was £70 (courtesy the Bloke, who decided that some sort of shopping trip was in order for my sanity, no matter how small), so I wasn't about to head down to Dover Street Market or anything. I decided the place to head to was good old Primarni, Marble Arch, for a right royal rummage.
After being out of the shopping loop for so long, maybe a Saturday afternoon's shopping at Primark's flagship store was a little bit ambitious. The place was full of the usual clientele:
- crazy-ass, bug-eyed tourists busily ticking off shopping lists - or should that be shopping scrolls. I swear some of those lists stretched out like a lifetime's roll of andrex toilet paper
- teenaged girls accompanied by their very harrassed looking mothers/boyfriends
- bargain-hunting zombies (of which I am a fully paid up member)
Together we pressed mindlessly towards the cheap wares, slack jawed with the marvel of the £8 dirndl mini skirt and the £12 wedge shoe.
Anyway, enough of my blathering. What you want to know is what I bought right?
- Two pouffy miniskirts, one navy, one grey with a black border with blue piping - £8 each (which I think is rather expensive for Primark but still, you know, cheap. To be fair the material is really heavy and the skirts well made)
The navy skirt
- A pair of PVC patent peeptoes with cork wedge heel - £12
- The most amazing patchwork super-clutch ever, made of a raspberry suede-alike fabric with patches of faux-croc PVC in yellow red and blue - £6. My friend K who I met for drinks later said it was a bit loud. My answer was a raised eyebrow and "Meh?"
- A ruffle-front, striped, polo neck tee - £8. Again, expensive for Primark. I have noticed that they've been stealthily edging their prices upwards for a while now. Where will it all end? Will I someday be buying £60 dresses at Primark? I shudder at the thought, but stranger things have happened. Remember when Topshop was considered affordable? No? Must be an, ahem, age thing.
I went a little wild when I found out they were also selling coloured alice bands with sweet little bows on them (thereby feeding directly into my current comic book fetish) and ended up buying a few too many in various colours. I also bought some Jangly, dangly, jewelry because buying cheap jewelry that you may or may not ever wear simply because it is cheap is a Primark tradition.
All in all, my total spend came to £54. Not a bad haul at all. The only thing that marred my shopping experience was not being able to get hold of a pair of the red high-waisted button-front shorts in my size. Hopefully, they'll have that restocked soon.
Then it was off for a delightful evening of drinkies with K.
The weekend that was - Part 2