The Sale Season Struggle

'Tis the season to be broke...

Selfridges' sale signs @ The Bullring, Birmingham, UK.

Sale season is gradually becoming a thing of the past as all of the red banners slowly disappear and magically transform into new season stock. Over the coming period, stores will be adorned with a beautiful assortment of new looks and trends that you, and your bank balance, will no doubt spend the majority of the season chasing - but never quite keeping up with.

Having just checked my own bank balance (and having had to miraculously resurrect in the process), it's quite clear that I could really benefit from some financial guidance of my own...Like, destroying any payable method of plastic that I currently possess. But then again, looking at my beautifully organised and colour/garment coordinated wardrobe...It was so worth the splash.

However, looking back over the recent sales with a more rational mindset, I have only one comment:

"Sale shopping is bad for my soul and my debit card"

Bad for my soul, why? Well because as you're busy trawling through the racks or endless online pages like an addict in search of your next fix, you're met by those must have items which you then frantically try and add to your trolley-full. Regardless of whether you overdosed on coffee, stapled your lids open wide and waited from the break of dawn for the sales to begin...Trust me, some other bitch was waiting first and your most wanted items will no doubt be either:

a) sold out in your size
or
b) classified by your bank as an illegitimate reason to remortgage your house.

This devastating occurrence of events are what I'd like to think of as: The Sale Season Struggle. A struggle so deep that you are more than likely willing to consider either:

a) Putting on as many dress sizes as necessary to fit into the one size available
b) Buying clothes so baggy that they'd be suitable to pitch up the next time Glastonbury comes around
and/or
c) Living off baked beans for the rest of the month whilst your bank balance recuperates itself.

And all in the name of fashion. How amusing though that we really spend and sacrifice that much to look, well...Out of season. Either we're nuts or we just turn into a pack of bulls every time a store whips out those little red sale stickers. What can I say? Some women get a buzz off Christian Grey, and me, well...I just want sale stickers.

So, for those of you that, like me, had to apply for a new debit card as a result of excessive overusing, I'd love to hear about your own sale struggles and what you've had to sacrifice in an attempt to grab those must have pieces. And for those of you that think I'm nuts:

1. You're quite clearly either a) male or b) an alien
and
2. As far as the rest of us are concerned...Just because you are broke, doesn't mean you have to look broke too. Aaaaamen to that!