Satisfaction

So everybody knows, I love clothes. I love dragging Albert around every store in the CBD without rest for 6 hours straight, searching for that almost impossible but perfect balance of beautiful quality matched with amazing bargain price, while he aimlessly searches for couches specifically designed to be placed in the store for the poor boyfriends of our time.

For a few years now, I have been a bit of a professional op shopper. It just suited my lifestyle at the time, previously being a design student who shared her campus with the fashion students of RMIT, while being conveniently located at the heart of Sydney Rd. The joy and satisfaction in finding something amazing amongst the clutter of old worn clothes for a price that could buy you a cup of coffee, this kind of satisfaction you can't simulate in a retail store.

When walking into a retail store, I am usually in awe. Beautiful clothes that have that refined cut and shape to suit the fashion trends of our modern times, something you can't find in an op shop, but 98% of the time, I am put off by the price of these items, as gorgeous as they are. I'm not saying the pricing is over the top ridiculous, but what happens in my mind is that I just can't comprehend buying a white chiffon shirt for $69.99 when I could potentially find something although less 'refined', but ultimately still strikingly similar at Savers for $6.99. Unfortunately for me, what also adds to this kind of stingy mindset is the total born with asian attitude towards money in me, enough said.

So usually, I more than often disappoint the sales assistants looking at me hoping I would quench their sales quota plus bonus commission rates and leave the store empty handed. While my hand may not be holding bags, my mind is buzzing from all the things I saw in store, to which I use one of my few useful superhero abilities of keeping a mental note on every inspiration I just received and scoping them out when thrifting.

But time passes and things are changing. I am now graduated so I haven't been surrounded by op shops and savers in a really long time. Even though my closet is bursting with all these clothes I have thrifted over the years, I have a hard time figuring out what to wear and I keep saying to myself "God I have NOTHING to wear!" Which my mum and Albert yells at me for saying such an absurd statement.

I don't find satisfaction in thrifting anymore, especially nowadays where thirfting is becoming a huge trend here in Melbourne, I think by now, I've slightly grown out of it. Unfortunately for my bank account and Alberts poor wallet, I have to turned to online shopping. Wow, it feels like a paradise, an oasis, dangerous and addictive. I have been scoping out small designer labels, preferably Australian (because you know, shipping is cheaper duh) and I still get that same satisfaction! No, thats not true, MORE!

Firstly, you're in the comfort of your own room, that feeling as if the choices are endless, finding pieces that make you feel unique, much like thrifting, potential bargain prices, easy transaction and best of all, having a parcel arrive in your mail, making any day feel like christmas again.

I'm blabbering, apologies. I think I'm going to stop because this feels kind of pointless, I actually had a purpose in this post but I wandered off into my own personal confessions of a shopaholic before I could even start. Next post, it's about my mother, promise next time, I'll actually make my point.