Sales Cock Up Take One.

Oh feckity feck feck feck.  


I have come to the conclusion over the trillions of years (clearly slight exaggeration - put it down to distinct irritation.  As you may have gathered I am not in the best of moods) that I have been sales shopping, that it's not an art form, it's the luck of the draw.  There is no gift in being able to sales shop, it's about being in the right place at the right time.  Prime example being my Acne boots which I bagged at 1am in the morning from the NAP A/W sale earlier in the year.  I know for a fact they weren't there an hour or so previously.


Actually maybe there is such a thing though, as Sales Karma. Hmm now that I could believe in.  I fear I may have used up all my sales luck for this year.  Sob. 


So firstly, this S/S the sales are all over the shop.  The designer sales have already started.  My Wardrobe, Matches - all gone into sale.  Net-a-Porter, slightly later - today I believe.  As I predicted, every thing that I had earmarked has either not gone into the sale, sold out or isn't reduced enough to warrant buying.  Not a huge surprise - I shall not let myself get upset about it.  Not enough to chalk up as a Sales Cock Up.


What does constitute a Sales Cock Up is the following.  Being ridiculously adamant that I am not going to cave and buy things just because they're reduced.  An excellent adage by which to set sail into the summer.   Of course, it's complete baloney. 


Because what does happen is that one studiously ignores all the emails that come through screaming SALE SALE SALE.  DELETE DELETE DELETE.  And polish halo.  I shall not be deterred.  Ditto with the sales brochures that plop enticingly onto the door mat.  BIN BIN BIN. Oh how virtuous I feel. 


Of course what has happened in reality (and what happens every fecking year.  Just tattoo moron on my forehead) is that I bin most of the brochures but keep the one that "might" have a gem in.  I then open it a day or two later - like today - and of course see a bag that I literally can't possibly survive without.  How on earth did I not see this and earmark it previously?  GAH.


Frantically dash to website - can't find it.  Hastily call the call centre.  The dreaded dreaded phrase.  "It's sold out" 


Balls. 


I need this bag in my life.  Ok so actually I would love the Stella McCartney one that it's clearly modelled on but I am not paying the spondoolies that she charges for a pleather bag. However this one, which was reduced to £49, I would absolutely have paid for, for pleather.  Maybe that's why I didn't highlight it first time round - it was £109.  Nay for nay leather, I'm afraid.


I can't even show you a pic as it's been deleted from the website and therefore from my life. I am in Sales Mourning. 

The quest for a black bag goes on.  I can guarantee I will manage to elevate it into a saga. (now That is a gift...)


So that was Sales Cock Up Take One.  Believe me, I shall be back with more.  There are a smattering of High Street shops that have gone into sale.  LK Bennett, Hobbs, Massimo Dutti, Warehouse, Jones the Bootmaker, Gap, Joseph, Office, Dune, Clarks and Phase Eight (the latter 4 though had done the usual trick of dragging out a whole load of tat from heaven's knows where whilst the majority of Summer stock is still full price)  John Lewis' is due to start this Thursday.  Zara, I have been assured, isn't this week.  I will report back as soon as I know more ie the more interesting ones where I'm hoping to bag a bargain - Whistles, Reiss and All Saints.  So setting myself up for a fall but hey, that's Sales Shopping for you.


Finishing up with a very brief what I wore today.  Still nothing particularly summery.  But it's not raining, so we shall move swiftly on.




White linen jersey, edged with silk shirt - H&M
Distressed skinny ankle zip jeans - Zara
Grey blazer - Topshop
Silver ballet pumps - Zara
Silvery heart and charm necklace - Taylor Stephens (another fab item I got from the party the other night!)
White gold and diamond key necklace - Theo Fennell
Sunglasses - Tom Ford
Tan shopper - Zara


Hope everyone has a great evening.  I shall try to be less pathetic than to sit here lamenting the loss of my perfect black bag.  I shall not succeed.  Loser.