Summary
TAMMY FAYE Bakker may have been of the opinion that shopping was cheaper than seeing a psychiatrist but, if you ask me, it's certainly not more pleasurable. All that endless traipsing around in what is undoubtedly the wrong pair of shoes (a fact which only becomes clear ten minutes after you leave the house); the indignity of discovering that the curtain in your changing room is gaping after you've tried on four outfits, all of which are too small; the parade of 16-year-olds reeking of Britney Spears' Curious, who elbow you out of the way in order to get to a pair of Prada shoes you saved up for three months to buy... it's enough to send me cowering back to mail-order catalogues, although I draw the line at Boden.
On this weekday lunchtime in Frasers department store in Glasgow, however, the stairs up to the ladies department are mercifully quiet. Scores of wispy summer dresses, floaty low-cut tops and feather-light ruffled mini skirts fan out across the floor, tell- tale red cards reading SALE attached to their hangers. But I ignore those. I am here on a different mission: to seek out, locate and choose my entire winter wardrobe. On a hot day in August.See the full content of this document
Extract
'Tis the Season, Already What to Buy for Winter
At first, wandering through a sea of seemingly endless strappy chiffon, it appears an impossible task. Venturing a little further, though, I stumble upon an untouched winter wonderland. Long, elegant Paul Costelloe wool coats. Fluffy Mulberry gloves and scarves. Stylish wool suits from Austin Reed. To-die-for Amanda ...
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