Summer and Shopping
A glimpse of sunshine in the week before the school holidays start? That'll be the summer then.
I spotted another sure sign of summer at the weekend. No not the BBQ taking place under an awning to keep the rain off. Is Scotlandica the only country where the folk are so determined to have a summer that we'll barbi under canvass if need be? Still, I suppose the smoke keeps the midgies away.
No, I was referring to the "Back to School" clothes in the shops. This was on the weekend before the schools break up remember.
Now, forgive me for having a wee rant here, but time is flying by quite fast enough already. I'm hurtling towards my dotage at an alarming rate as it is and the last thing that I need are retailers' lead boots on the accelerator.
It seems like only yesterday that I was wearing flared jeans and listening to Kiss. Oh, hang on, that was yesterday.
Ok then, let's have another stab at getting this retail time-slip thing into perspective. Just after Christmas, when I was buying a bottle for some Ne'er shindigs, I saw the first Easter eggs. That never used to happen, did it? What about "Never cast a cloot till the May is oot"? They were flogging bikinis in February. Now the thought of miniscule swimwear may well have raised my blood temperature on those cold and frosty mornings, but I wasn't the one that had to clamber out of six layers of winter woollies to try the things on.
What is it with shopping nowadays?
When I've got some cash burning a hole in my pooch I want to spend it on something that I can use NOW. I do not want to be buying stuff just to stick in a cupboard for later. Apart from anything else this whole purchase-in-advance of use thing demands a degree of foresight that I neither have nor wish to develop.
Impulse buying, that's the ticket. I just went out at lunchtime and bought the best of Mountain CD. Nobody in their right mind would plan in advance to buy a collection of ancient rock tracks by a bunch of old, and very possibly dead hippies.But there it was, with a big discount sticker on it waiting for someone with an impulse, or at least someone with just enough pulse left. Oddly enough the track that I bought the CD for is called Nantucket Sleighride. That song title always makes me think of snowy landscapes and jingling bloody bells. Oh no it's too late, I'm already infected.
Anyone want to pull a Christmas cracker?
I spotted another sure sign of summer at the weekend. No not the BBQ taking place under an awning to keep the rain off. Is Scotlandica the only country where the folk are so determined to have a summer that we'll barbi under canvass if need be? Still, I suppose the smoke keeps the midgies away.
No, I was referring to the "Back to School" clothes in the shops. This was on the weekend before the schools break up remember.
Now, forgive me for having a wee rant here, but time is flying by quite fast enough already. I'm hurtling towards my dotage at an alarming rate as it is and the last thing that I need are retailers' lead boots on the accelerator.
It seems like only yesterday that I was wearing flared jeans and listening to Kiss. Oh, hang on, that was yesterday.
Ok then, let's have another stab at getting this retail time-slip thing into perspective. Just after Christmas, when I was buying a bottle for some Ne'er shindigs, I saw the first Easter eggs. That never used to happen, did it? What about "Never cast a cloot till the May is oot"? They were flogging bikinis in February. Now the thought of miniscule swimwear may well have raised my blood temperature on those cold and frosty mornings, but I wasn't the one that had to clamber out of six layers of winter woollies to try the things on.
What is it with shopping nowadays?
When I've got some cash burning a hole in my pooch I want to spend it on something that I can use NOW. I do not want to be buying stuff just to stick in a cupboard for later. Apart from anything else this whole purchase-in-advance of use thing demands a degree of foresight that I neither have nor wish to develop.
Impulse buying, that's the ticket. I just went out at lunchtime and bought the best of Mountain CD. Nobody in their right mind would plan in advance to buy a collection of ancient rock tracks by a bunch of old, and very possibly dead hippies.But there it was, with a big discount sticker on it waiting for someone with an impulse, or at least someone with just enough pulse left. Oddly enough the track that I bought the CD for is called Nantucket Sleighride. That song title always makes me think of snowy landscapes and jingling bloody bells. Oh no it's too late, I'm already infected.
Anyone want to pull a Christmas cracker?
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