I went shopping last weekend and burned a Rs 10k hole in my pocket. I bought the following and this will tell you how a woman's mind works. Unbelieveable but I think I left my left side of the brain at home.
1. A dress: It is a lovely black dress and I particularly like the fall and the texture. Only problem I don't wear dresses. I am a trouser and a jeans person. Why did I buy then? Oh come on, I fitted in size M instead of size L so I had to buy it. I mean, you have to have something in size M in your wardrobe. And then if I don't wear dresses now when will I wear them...when I am 60 years old.
2. Hoard of clips: I got a hair cut recently so now I will (yes I mostly definitely will!!) do the different hair styles the models do. So, I buy a clutcher (which gives me a headache) and other convoluted objects which are unlikely to be ever used.
The clips shopkeeper conned me into buying a face pack. After lovingly applying it on my hands, he asked seductively, "you can see the difference now? The area where face pack was applied is much softer and fairer. It is quiet visible. Can you see it?" I squint my eyes and look at his eager face. Somehow I felt as if his entire day and life depended on my decision to buy or not. I feel obliged to smile. I willingly walk in the trap and buy the damn beauty treatment which again is unlikely to be used.
I needed to particular kind of tights with the black dress. This I am afraid to say is the only sensible thing I bought that day. sigh!!
1. A dress: It is a lovely black dress and I particularly like the fall and the texture. Only problem I don't wear dresses. I am a trouser and a jeans person. Why did I buy then? Oh come on, I fitted in size M instead of size L so I had to buy it. I mean, you have to have something in size M in your wardrobe. And then if I don't wear dresses now when will I wear them...when I am 60 years old.
2. Hoard of clips: I got a hair cut recently so now I will (yes I mostly definitely will!!) do the different hair styles the models do. So, I buy a clutcher (which gives me a headache) and other convoluted objects which are unlikely to be ever used.
The clips shopkeeper conned me into buying a face pack. After lovingly applying it on my hands, he asked seductively, "you can see the difference now? The area where face pack was applied is much softer and fairer. It is quiet visible. Can you see it?" I squint my eyes and look at his eager face. Somehow I felt as if his entire day and life depended on my decision to buy or not. I feel obliged to smile. I willingly walk in the trap and buy the damn beauty treatment which again is unlikely to be used.
I needed to particular kind of tights with the black dress. This I am afraid to say is the only sensible thing I bought that day. sigh!!
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