Shop not

As Shakespeare himself might have said, to shop or shop not, that is the question.

Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to have a wardrobe full of discounted shoes and dresses that you may never wear because the moths will have eaten them before you get to leave the house on business again, assuming you’re not dead, or, to suffer the chance that your favourite stores will go out of business.

It’s a question at the forefront of my thinking at the moment.

There are at least ten dresses and three pairs of shoes I could love to have just now, all at a discount online. However, currently I’m wearing, on rotation, two pairs of jeans, two long sleeved T-shirt’s and a very comfy dress. Day in, day out, that’s it.

I could survive in this weird new world with just one drawer, half full of clothes, two bras and a handful of knickers.

It seems wrong to buy more. More that is than the two dresses I absolutely couldn’t say no to at those prices.

Being in all day and able to stick a wash on while I work is one reason for the possibility of a micro wardrobe. No need for the fifty or so pairs of knickers I have in my knicker drawer for sure.

Was there ever a need for that many pairs of pants? I hear you ask.

Qualify ‘need’ I say.

A person used to be able to tell if I was really miserable by how many pairs of knickers I’d bought in a day. After one traumatic experience I bought eighteen pairs in one hugely reassuring afternoon of shopping. I’m not talking bargain packs of everyday drawers, these were all gorgeous.

Enough about my expensive, emotional coping mechanisms.

It’s not that I imagine I alone prop up the entire high street shopping system, but I’m sure it’ll be missing me as much as I miss it.