Retail therapy?

So it's true what they say. Retail therapy works. OK the actual ACT of shopping, you can have, or maybe is it that I had the two littlies in a bulky stroller drowning any semblance of pleasure? I have to admit, I haven't bought myself anything new for quite a while, as I've been rather spoilt by my elder sister who regularly sends me H&M treats from London. Oh to have a personal shopper...Oh to have H&M here...

So enough was enough, I decided it was time to brave the shops and grab myself some fresh items for Spring. Maybe it's because I am so out of practice, and listen to too much soft dub, but going into stores that are hitting decibels I haven't heard in a while made me whince. Ighh techno before midday, please, too loud!! Oh dear, I swore I would never think those thoughts, and look, it's happened.

Anyway, I braved the changing room and ignored the horrible lighting that did very unkind things to my post baby body. Thankfully I chose well and everything fit, so was able to pay with lightning speed and get home before the boys lost their marbles. It was this morning, when I put my fresh new clothes on that I felt the benefit of my retail experience. I feel modern again, rather than super dowdy, out of fashion and tired. Nice.