I had a highly productive shopping adventure today. There's nothing more exciting than hitting the stores in their end of financial year sales. After finding nothing else to do today, coupled with the fact I got paid yesterday, shopping seemed like an appealing option.

But it was utter chaos in Pitt Street Mall today, especially in the larger department stores- Grace Brothers and David Jones. It was so bizarre seeing those immaculately dressed, professional city workers going absolutely crazy in the shoe and lingere sections of the stores. It was as if they adopted an 'all woman for herself' mentality; grabbing virtually everything that was on special as fast as she could because she didn't want anyone else to share in the spoils of the sale...Gees, even I'm not that vicious.

Underwear shopping is the best though, there's this unexplainable satisfaction in buying yourself spiffy new undies and bras. It's like an indulgence of sorts because they're not that kind of garment you'd buy every week or so. Also I guess because it's more of a private and intimate thing, and you could wear whatever you wanted to underneath all your clothing without anyone else knowing. You could be wearing those daggy granny undies or that swanky red g-string and no one would know (unless you are that way inclined to flash people in public, but hey- it's your choice). It's all quite liberating, heh.