I pulled a sickie on Monday (sssssshhhhhh, don't tell anyone!), and, there being a sale on, spent part of the afternoon looking for bargains in my favourite department store. Not that I found any. Why can't I ever find anything in the marked down price range to really tempt me? I'll spot something I quite like the look of, but on closer inspection I invariably find something wrong with it. There's a button missing, or the zip's broken, or the colour doesn't suit me, or it's just not as important I have it as I previously thought. So instead of the anticipated loads of new stuff, I had to content myself with just the one pair of black trousers from the new collection (to be kept pristine and free of cat hairs one way or another -- not sure how I'm going to manage that, but what's the point in having acquired yet another pair of black trousers if I don't?), plus a nice green long-sleeved T-shirt, and various toiletries a girl, with summer waiting just around the corner, can't do without.

Needless to say, I spent an inordinate amount of time squeeing over and trying on several pairs of designer footwear; but even while surrounded by my favourite indulgence at half price on all sides, I couldn't get excited enough to whip out my credit card and spend, spend, spend. When did I become so bloody sensible?

However, I did earmark a pair for purchase in the very near future, though --



sporty but fun, these seem perfect for the summer (if we ever get to see one, that is). They're made of very soft leather, and that colour will go with at least two of my skirts...

How many days till payday, again?