Last weekend I took six items to the charity shop, all of which cost £60 + an item but a few years later, I hate with a passion.
Now I'm having a wardrobe clear out and realise that I hate most of what's in there anyway and I'm going to end up with a helluva lot of spare hanging space. What the hell is wrong with me? Why can't I seem to buy timeless classics? Yeah that lovely big jumper that just turned into the fluff monster from hell, you're next! And what good are you to me anyway, when your sleeves are so bloody bulky that they don't fit under ANY coat?
Anyway. Clothes. Clothes shopping. Go to hell and die :(