Westfield shopping centre, London. 09.20 hours, Thursday 15th December 2011.
It's just me, the cleaners and the security guards. I dredge the recesses of my memory for the location of the wonderfully huge branch of UniQlo I plundered so successfully last year, and am literally the first person in the shop. And this is how it went:
"Tights for her, t-shirt for me. T-shirt for him, cashmere cardigan for me. Gloves for him, another T-shirt for me. Ooh, this is fun. This is what Christmas should be about! Shirt for her, thermal leggings for me..."
I continued this excellent policy for much of the rest of the day, and got home with an empty bank account and a smile on my face. I can highly recommend it. After all, you know as well as I do that at least 65% of your Christmas presents are going to be dull, tacky, useless or all three, so why not avoid disappointment by treating yourself to something you know you'll really like? One for you, one for me.
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now. i love uniqlo as much as the next 365 loves author, *but* i despair of the inconsistency of the stores. some are veritable goldmines of fantabulousness at an affordable snip and others are full of yucksome tut in brightly coloured shiny-lon or furry-yester *patterned fleece* (why?). i should take a leaf out of your book and go westfieldwards. but the risk is still there. and another thing, why are all the jill sander range thingies made in fabric that stands up with or without you in it (see also Cos for the same amazing neoprene suit phenomenon)? our favourite couturier needs to take note.
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