No Spend September Over at Last

As “No Spend September” has now merged into “Sober October” my love of pretty things has re-emerged with a vengeance.

I have been spending my evenings pawing through fashion magazines, planning my purchases. Countless hours have been spent scrolling through endless eBay listings of designer accessories.

The problem is, my taste leans towards the side of designer (a.k.a expensive). I like designer handbags.  I like shiny pretty accessories that don’t come from Diva.  I also enjoy clothes that I won’t see on 5 other people.

My problem is my bank account can’t quite sustain the lifestyle to which I wish to be accustomed. 

I’ve tried to supplement my income by selling crap on eBay.  However, I seem to have sold everything I can bear to be parted from.

Finding a higher paying job is far too inconvenient.  Finding a rich man is far too hard work (not too mention difficult with giant splodgy acne rash on my neck).

So the only solution, clearly, is to day dream about pretty, highly unnecessary things such as these…

   

Sigh. One Day. 

Mother’s Day Guilt Trip

You may have noticed that today is Mother’s Day.

How you could have missed it is beyond me.  Retailers have been pressuring us all into spending hundreds of dollars on our mothers.. Just because.  Mother’s Day is the second biggest retail day after Christmas.

To say I dissapproved would be an understatement.  I hate the retailers have decided that I am a bad person if I don’t buy my mother new slippers and a dressing gown, or chocolate and soap.  I don’t want to spend my money on this rubbish.  

Please don’t get me wrong, I love my mother, but we fight a lot and annoy the crap out of each other.  If perhaps she stopped telling me that I’m fat or that my clothes look rubbish on me, and that big bottomed girls shouldn’t wear skinny jean, or refrained from asking me when she is getting grandchildren, or when I am going to get married and move out then perhaps I would be more inclined to spend my money on frivolous nonsense. And unfortunately today, on Mother’s Day I don’t remember the countless nice things she has done to me. What I do remember is her telling me when I was 16 that I wasn’t pretty enough to be an actress (the only thing I ever wanted to do), or her telling me that my blog was ridiculous and “who would ever want to read such things”, and her snickering every time I tell her of one of my aspirations to travel to far flung places.

That is the sad truth of it. On the whole she is a good person and I love her, but I have come to accept that in this family, there are mother daughter issues that are long to be resolved.

But I will try and behave today and be nice because society tells me to. And my Father will kill me if I do not.

A Dress With It’s Own Personality

 

I went shopping today with the intention of spending up.  As you know I am now working so now have, for the first time in over a year, something resembling a disposable income.

As next Saturday is one of my BFFs birthdays, I thought that new dresses were in order, so we packed up the car and headed down to BrisVegas for a shopping day.

Within an hour I had tried on at least 25 dresses and was getting quickly despondent that absolutely everything I tried on looked absolutely rubbish. In fact the only things I purchased was a dress for Smashleigh and a present for my Mum’s birthday.

At last in the distance, I saw a dress. A dress so incredibly sexy that I had to have it. Feeling slightly ill at the $200 price tag I tried it on.. and after being zipped in and buttoned up (with some difficulty mind you) I realised that yes.. I don’t just look hot in this.. I look S-M-O-K-I-N-G hot in this.

So I had to buy it. I was convinced. As long as I don’t eat anything I shall be fine.

And ps.. If I don’t get at least SOME male interest and a snog after wearing this dress I will be very dissapointed.

A Message to Retailers

Dear Retail Marketing Bosses,

What makes you think that because of a ye olde pagan ritual you can assault me with pink and red hearts for weeks? 

It’s just the sort of thing a single girl needs to feel really good about herself!  I think it would be lovely if you would go and fuck yourself. 

Kind Regards,

Disgruntled Ginger.

The Christmas Rush

It’s that crazy week before Christmas and I am baffled by peoples shopping habits.

For one, the shops are only shut for ONE day.. and yes there is extra entertaining to be done and therefore more food to be eaten, but there is no need to stock up on canned goods and bottled drinks like it is the apocalypse.

Secondly, we are now three sleeps away from Christmas. Christmas things have been in stores since October. You have had plenty of time to stock up, prepare and do your Christmas shopping.  Please do not now complain to me because we have sold out of mince pies and wrapping paper. You should have known better.

Having worked in retail for years, and currently working in a supermarket, I would like you all to stop and think about the staff of supermarkets and in fact any store. We are tired and have been on our feet for most likely 8 hours straight.  Some of us will have been at work since the early hours of dawn, some of us will still be there way past our bedtimes. Some of us don’t even get a lunch break. 

So, as you do your last minute panic buying, spare a thought for us.  You may be in a rush and most likely in a bad mood due to the crowds, but a quick smile and a “Merry Christmas” makes our job just that little bit easier.

Supre… Not For The Over 21s

I was shopping today at the local shopping centre and I now feel terribly old. 

The Plaza was full of teenagers and I was absolutely baffled as to what they were wearing.  Never mind that they are all rude little shits, I do not understand how a fake leather mini skirt and a black bikini top constitutes an outfit acceptable for going to a shopping centre.

Going into Supre I started to panic.  The music was too loud, everything I picked up was an XXS, it was full of 14 year olds (hips and breasts yet to develop) looking at t-shirts that say North Pole Dancer.  I had to leave.  I was scared that I would catch puberty of one of them. 

Perhaps spinsterhood is closer than I thought??

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Miss Ginger: Super-Organised!

Oh the weather outside is frightful (it’s freaking HOT and STICKY)
But the Air-Con’s so delightful (BLESS Climate Control)
And since it’s too hot to go outside
Time to shop, Time to shop, Time to shop!

With only 37 Days left until Christmas, I am pleased to brag to you all the I have be super organised this year and completed all Christmas Shopping!

The only thing left to purchase is my Mother’s stupid bird feeder, which is too big to hide at the house, so need to find a hiding place first.

DAD – Tick; NEPHEWS x 2 – Tick; GODSON – Tick; BROTHER & SISTER-IN-LAW – Tick; ALL MY CLOSEST FRIENDS & THEIR OFFSPRING – Tick!

I’ve even managed to write all my International Christmas Cards, put stamps on them and have them sitting in a pile ready to post (but still need two addresses). 

Usually I have everything done by about the first week in December.. but this year I am on FIRE!  Mainly because I am broke and I have been buying gifts one pay at a time. Also because I have realised how much Sunshine Plaza (our local shopping centre for those who aren’t local) annoys me. You can never find a park, and it’s always full of teenagers, fat people and lesbians.

So I thought, “Clever Miss Ginger for getting everything done early” UNTIL I remembered that I will have to battle in the parking lot anyway as I work at the Plaza AND have volunteered to do Lifeline Christmas Wrapping this year. 

So really resistance of retail centres at Christmas is futile.

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