Great Singapore Sale?

The Great Singapore Sale is coming up yet again. Being a shopaholic like moi one would assume I would be all hyped up and excited about this.

No siree.

Other than cosmetics or lingerie, there's nothing fantastic about sales. First of all, the sizes are all wrong, they are all way too big for me. As if they weren't big enough before the sales already. And also, I HATE queues and this is the when every store would probably have a majorly long queue, for the dressing rooms, for payment and even for the freakin' toilet.

But, the main reason I hate sales is that I detest impulse buys that I'd never wear even once. Don't you just hate it when something looks so fabulously chic when you're trying it on but when you get home, the look just falls flat? The glimmer that you saw in the folds of the fabric has turned into a dull spot. What a letdown. The money should have really gone to something better.

There's also the reputation to maintain. Imagine also how totally un-fashionable and un-chic one would look dashing to the sales and fighting with the lady with bleached hair and fake Louis Vuitton for that last gaudy pink feather boa that is at 70% off. Not nice. Also, tips doled out by newspapers on 'How To Survive The GSS' are so cliched and so overdone that they make me want to ditch the GSS altogether and fly off to Bangkok or Hong Kong immediately to get away from the maddening crowds.

One of the most godawful tips I've heard is to bring your own snacks and water so that you won't waste precious shopping time.

Hello?

Where's the whole shopping spirit? Shopping is supposed to be relaxing, strolling through malls and boutiques, spending a lovely hour or two over tea and enjoying the whole experience. This is shopping. Not rushing like mad women with bad hair at that.

And to imagine, messy racks of clothing, getting pushed around, receiving dirty looks from women waiting outside the dressing room if you preen for too long... Totally not my style.

Someone give me a cool compress! I think I'm getting a headache from thinking about how my whole shopping experience for the next month will be thus marred irreparably.

Think I'll retreat into my cozy comforts of my bed and Macbook, and shop from there.

Tata,

The Story of Brand

A few days ago, I happened to see this chic lady on the train the other day. She was carrying a Loewe Amazonia bag.

Not to say the least, I immediately scoffed at it, thinking, "Oh, thats a fake one. But what a GORGEOUS fake bag."

Obviously so.

Someone who is able to afford Authentic Loewe bags should not be taking trains. Instead, they will be taking cabs, if they can't drive.

They are wealthy enough to take a cab everywhere they go. Not trains. Unless the person is aka Paris Hilton and her posse on The Simple Life. But I seriously doubt that since I didn't see any sweaty cameramen following this lady.

A word of advice here. If you do buy and carry around imitation bags, please do not ever take public transport. It only exposes your secret that the bag is not the real thing.

Maybe it really is a real bag, perhaps she spent a few months salary on that but she herself is in essence a typical lady with a typical income? Which is why she still takes the public transport?
Possible. But not worth it. Even if the bag is fully real, people (like moi) would still think other wise. So, in one word, pointless.

On the other hand, it was the most gorgeous Loewe bag I've ever seen. Soft calf leather in a lovely shade of chocolaty brown, and with the intricate Loewe logo imprinted on the front. No other confusing colours or de-classifying colours marred the sheer beauty of the simplicity of the bag. Absolutely gorgeous. The BEST I've ever seen. If the quality of fake bags were that good, I wouldn't mind getting one myself. By golly, I've never seen such a beauty in its boutiques before.

Wish me luck! I must get my hands on that bag.

Till next time,