It’s not strange that I regard the fact that my family all have their birthdays in one week as a cosmic joke played upon me by the universe is it?
In related news, I loathe, absolutely loathe, shopping. Before you try and make me hand back my girl-plumbing (like I’d hate that) and chest ornaments I shall share a little something with you: a small part of my brain is entirely dedicated to handbags. I think that this means I am a girl after all.
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Shopping for other people is too hard, I always see things I really love and I have to stop myself because people get really cranky if you show up at their party 'oh honey I looked for AGES and I couldnt find something that would perfectly sum up how much your friendship means to me. Also, don't you love my new shoes?'
I did have to buy myself a tiny little present or two.
I love handbags and shoes and jewellery and expensive chocolate for me, bugger other people.
I'm more handbags and chocolate - birthday's in November, blog-people, and I do accept bribes!
The best and easiest place to shop is Made 590, at 590 King St. I promise I don't work for them! But I do advocate their wares. Generous and realistic sizing, bewt designs. Fabulous range of badges and ear-rings.
I may have to check out this Made. You make many and convincing arguments. I shall wait until I have some cash though.
Poverty is a bitch :(
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