The Mall
April 12th 2013 04:00
For many who love fashion, shopping also becomes a bit of a passion, (look at that, I'm rhyming!) which makes sense when you actually have to shop in order to obtain fashion, unless of course you make it yourself.
But what I have found to be a very interesting side effect of a fashion love affair, is the love of the shopping mall itself. Because I developed a special flair for shopping pre the internet, I have spent very many days and hours wandering through shopping centres around the country and even around the world, and as a result I have found that they feel almost like a second home. There is something instantly comforting to me about a shopping centre. Whether I am there to browse, power through to pick up necessities or just to kill time, I truly do love a mall. As much as internet shopping is fun and I can do it in my PJs and I do love the arrival of a package, it's got nothing on shopping in a mall.
A shopping mall is one of few places that no matter where in the world I am, I feel instantly calmer and more at ease than when I enter. I feel like I'm home, even if I'm not familiar with the layout of the place. Granted, in times of economic distress I am filled with a level of angst that's closely tied to my inability to control myself in many clothing and shoe stores, but generally I feel quite warm and fuzzy when safely ensconced inside a pristine shopping mecca.
On some of my loneliest and saddest days after moving to Sydney, I would tootle over to a major mall because I knew it would make me feel better, purchases or no purchases when I came to leave. The mall is a magical place for a lover of shopping, and for me it feels like home.
But what I have found to be a very interesting side effect of a fashion love affair, is the love of the shopping mall itself. Because I developed a special flair for shopping pre the internet, I have spent very many days and hours wandering through shopping centres around the country and even around the world, and as a result I have found that they feel almost like a second home. There is something instantly comforting to me about a shopping centre. Whether I am there to browse, power through to pick up necessities or just to kill time, I truly do love a mall. As much as internet shopping is fun and I can do it in my PJs and I do love the arrival of a package, it's got nothing on shopping in a mall.
A shopping mall is one of few places that no matter where in the world I am, I feel instantly calmer and more at ease than when I enter. I feel like I'm home, even if I'm not familiar with the layout of the place. Granted, in times of economic distress I am filled with a level of angst that's closely tied to my inability to control myself in many clothing and shoe stores, but generally I feel quite warm and fuzzy when safely ensconced inside a pristine shopping mecca.
On some of my loneliest and saddest days after moving to Sydney, I would tootle over to a major mall because I knew it would make me feel better, purchases or no purchases when I came to leave. The mall is a magical place for a lover of shopping, and for me it feels like home.
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