So you think you can shop…

I can shop for almost anything.

Shoes, bags, the perfect LBD, rare cheese, fine wine – you name it and I know where to go. Did I say I’m a seasoned bargain hunter too? I can usually sniff one out within 100 metres.

But everyone has their Achilles heel, and my shopping thorn in the side? It’s toys. Kids toys.

Where do people buy these darned things from? Armed with a list from little niece babies, I had specific ones – each named, coloured, sized and typed – it should have been easy. It should have been a breeze, it’s should have been like going into LV and saying, Vernis, Pomme D’Amour, Summit Drive. Instead, like a harassed mother of five, I was running from store to shop, to shop to store and back again. How hard is it to buy a bit of injection moulded plastic in the shape of a baby? Or a fairy wand that has flashing LED’s and play a recorded tune? How hard is it???

Obviously much harder than trying to find half price Chanel’s at the sale of the year, that is Harrods.

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