retail really is the best therapy
I’m not usually a fan of dragging myself around the shops – yes, honestly, it’s true. I adore clothes/shoes/boots/bags/make-up/
accessories (as you may well know) but you see, I’m an Internet browser or a purpose shopper.
Take Saturday evening for instance; I knew I had a friend’s birthday party to celebrate and therefore I scouted for a suitable number online. Or, I may spot a pretty piece in a magazine and then find my take on the look. If needs must, I’m into the shop, find the answer to my vision and am out – no changing room queuing or
mirror hogging.
After a stressful last week with a lack of sleep, I felt pretty ‘rubbish’ on Sunday morning and called the lovely Hannah for a pick-me-up. Hannah persuaded me (honestly, I felt forced!!!) to join her on Bond Street… and do you know what? It was the perfect day to get me
back on track.
I’d totally forgotten how much fun it can be wandering around the shops without having a real reason. Problem is, the beautiful new range in French Connection starting calling for me, and all of a sudden I really ‘needed’ that stunning £150 handbag!
The outcome was a happy Chloe and some new goodies to unpack, hang up neatly and add to my overflowing wardrobe.
And… even though I was exhausted the next morning (losing that hour didn’t help my tiredness), I put on my new floral dress and naturally a smile appeared.



































