I blogged not long ago about sale shopping; how I love grabbing all the clothes that no one else wants right at the end of the sales. I did however brave it today on Oxford Street. I wish I hadn't. OMG it was a scary, terrible experience. People were pushing, shoving, stamping on my broken toe, running towards half price rails full pelt as though they were running for the border.

The worst was Zara. They have, for some reason, morphed into Primark for their sale - rails and rails of limp-looking clothes, crying out for attention but with no room anywhere to pull them off. The pic shows a bit of the carnage. 'I'm a blogger, get me outta hereee'.

Desigual was another shocker - for a shop barely known in the UK their prices are ridic! £144 for jeans! Errrm don't think so. And to make it worse their sale is one table of naff clothes at 30% off. My advice, keep up with the rest of the high street Desigual!

On the plus, old faithfuls H&M are fab as usual and there are good finds in Topman and River Island.

Rant over people. Don't let me put you off. Just be warned.

The Very x
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