I’ve gone shopping twice in the past three days… and made my very first retail purchases (outside of groceries and books).
I felt as though I needed at least one European item of clothing, so I finally committed to a clutch and a pink (!) skirt.
Thursday, I visited Westfield, which is the largest urban shopping mall in Europe. Not bad. And not too busy, thanks to its overwhelming appearance and many high-end stores anxiously waiting for the economy to improve. Of course, I didn’t even bother to enter any of those. I opted for the cheapest stores with the student discounts.
Today, I went to Oxford Street, which was a mistake. Its basically the shopping mecca of London, and apparently all of London and its visitors decided to make the trek out there at the same time that I did. I should’ve just made a beeline for H&M, then hightailed it home. Instead, I spent hours queuing to try on clothes and bumping into slow-paced old women with fur coats.
Even more painful, though, was my mental conversion of prices, from pounds to dollars. Ouch.