Can anyone really describe the feeling you get when a long awaited pair of shoes finally makes its way to the last chance shelf?
It probably really is the last pair and they probably wont have your size (though with my boat-like size 10s, doesn’t really happen). And by denying yourself the chance to buy the full price, you might have missed out permanently.
The thrill of waiting for sales, risking somene else getting them and then finding your size. AND you still like it?
Phoof. Magic.
I am not a fashionista. Probably spending most of my years hidden under big t-shirts and baggy jeans (Hong Kong does that to you). But I am a realist. Seriously, $200 for a pair of shoes?? When they are made for $5 in Taiwan or China??
And why are people ashamed of looking on the sales shelves? It doesn’t automatically mean we don’t have money. On the contrary. People get rich by being stingy. I cannot tell you how many rich people I know never buy drinks.
I am a Bargain Hunter and not ashamed of it!
