Shopping Intimacies

Looking over a shiny glass counter at the David Jones’ check-out, I sometimes feel just as transparent.

These women that serve me month-in and month-out probably know even more about me than my Beautician! With every item they tuck neatly into those crisp paper bags, they learn something more. Lancôme moisturiser for sensitive skin? Goldwell Hair Volumiser? 5-Inch peep-toe stilhettos… that’s right ladies I’m not really this leggy, and yeah, it sometimes takes a bit of scrubbing and rubbing to make my skin have this healthy glow!

Then, as if they haven’t already summed up your life in a couple of paper bags… the till pops open and they ask “Cash, Cheque or Credit?”. Anyone that has ever held their breath waiting for ‘approved’ to flash over the eftpos machine, should know what I’m talking about when I say that even my Mother doesn’t know what my financial situation is… But Lidia at David Jones now has a clue!

“The quickest way to get to know a woman, is to go shopping with her” Y Marcelene Cox

…Good thing I didn’t buy any KY

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Rising

My age isn’t the only number increasing as I get older… Each year, the limit on my credit card is getting bigger, to match the price tags on my shopping list as they climb higher!

Gone are the plastic beads that hung around the neck of a scrawny 12 year old. Now at 22, it takes a lot more to make me feel like a Princess.

“Whoever said that money can’t buy happiness, simply didn’t know where to go shopping” Y Bo Derek