Well, last Wednesday / Thursday I went to the Glasgow branch of Mandors. On Wednesday, I spent over an hour wandering the shelves in a daze, occasionally shoving a bolt of fabric under my arm and wandering a bit further, before returning it to its place with a sigh. I bought nothing at all on Wednesday, but returned to my hotel and wrote a list of everything I had seen and liked. It was a very long list!
On Thursday I went back and spent another hour picking things up and putting them down again, sighing and getting grumpy with myself.
I am very bad at decision-making. Faced with an entire shop full of beautiful and ugly fabrics, I tried to find things I had seen or searched for elsewhere on line: mustard corduroy (no), the right shade of orange cotton drill (no), Liberty Ornithology print tana lawn (no). So then I went round the shop playing "I spy...", finding fabrics other people had used: Karen's dinosaur camoflage fabric (yes), Shivani's elephant print viscose (yes), YesIlikethat's ballet dancer print cotton (yes) - but why? I wasn't going to copy any of them, and I knew it!
So then I looked for things of fabulous quality that I would regret leaving behind. I pulled out bolt after bolt of Paul Smith shirting in every possible colour of stripe: turquoise, lime, orange - ooh yes, all of those please! And some amazing double-faced cotton sateen in duck egg blue / khaki - oh wow! And some heathery silvery grey stretch cotton twill with astonishingly good "hand" and recovery - ooh! And some heavy cord-striped cotton for a dress: cobalt blue and white - sizzle! And some digitally-printed tie-dye jersey in shades of inky grey green black - edgy! And some lilac and white check linen / cotton mix - truly lovely and the end of the roll, so unmissable really...
...and what did I actually buy? In the end, I managed to buy the only thing I knew I really couldn't go home without: one metre of the perfect colour of indigo and marl grey striped cotton jersey to make another Renfrew. Sigh. (Mind you, I ought to get another pair of knickers out of the remnants!)
|Topshop jeans for people|
with incredibly thin knees
After leaving Mandors, I tried on three pairs of ready-to-wear rich blue jeans, only to find they made me look like a Smurf (short with over-sized knees), and an overwhelming obsession to Make It Work was detonated and exploded while I was on the train heading north. Oh dear. Please reply to my email, Mandors - I was serious! Do I really have to ring you up and beg?
And what have I learned from this? That sometimes it doesn't have to be absolutely perfect to be the right thing... and that it is just as well I don't go shopping very often.