Savers Sale - Nailed it!

Oh WOW. It was worth getting up early during my holidays to go the Savers sale. To the victor go the spoils. The early bird gets the worm. Beware the sale-shopper; she will ram you with her trolley....

Getting there early was definitely the best move. Although there was plenty on the racks, it meant we could move more easily, get into the change rooms within a reasonable time frame, and avoid some angry, angry southerners. We arrived a little after eight in the morning, and there was about the usual number of people as on a Saturday. By about 9am it started to get busy, and by 10am, well, lets just say you could have written a decent novella in the time it took to get to a change room. I went with the 'mum' option (see previous posts) and tired clothes on over my dress. Sorry to the lady who I punched in the head whilst trying on the most darling little Basque cardigan. But, you know, beware flying limbs in a half price sale; eye of the tiger, lady. Eye of the tiger.

By about 1030, we all needed a coffee and some lunch (hey - early start, okay?). We headed over to Colonnades, where I passed on my sister's choice of sushi (endurance food, she tells me), and waited a ridiculous amount of time for a sandwich. Seriously, the change room line at Savers would have been quicker. Anyway, after a quick shop at Equip, we headed back for round 2, which lasted about another 2 hours! Wish I'd eaten sushi...

So what did I get? What didn't I get, more like it. Oh. Pants. I didn't get pants. Whilst I'll try on tops, dresses and shirts in the public eye, I draw the line at pants and skirts. But I'm more of a frock girl anyway. I'd say the highlight was a lovely, flattering and rather expensive-looking Basque wrap dress (it's the dream, really). I scored a handful of other Basque, Cue, Esprit, Country Road, Portmans and Tommy Hilfiger items, as well as a couple of retro and Supre bizzos that were in good nick. Actually, of the many, many, MANY clothes I looked at, I came across one with a small stain, which is pretty good, really. I'm always pleased with the amazing condition of everything in the store.

Not forgetting my patient, loving husband waiting at home, I scoured the menswear section for a little some'n some'n for him. Whilst the section is large (maybe 1/3 the size of the women's section, which is not unusual, really, but when the ladies section is massive...), there wasn't a lot for my svelte man. I did find him a Liverpool soccer shirt and a book, so, you know, go me. And to his credit, he was both appreciative of this presents and impressed by mine!

So all in all, a cracking day with some fine, fine second-hand treats. So take my advice: clear your day for the next Savers sale, get there when the doors open, and eat sushi for lunch. Oh, and beware of flying limbs.