This is a thought I had the other day while watching Sex and the City. In this episode, Carrie took her boyfriend of the moment, Jack Berger, shopping. In it, while they were browsing and trying on outfits, they were offered champagne. What’s more, they seemed to accept this as normal. In fact, they expected it.
This made me feel quite miffed. I have never, ever been offered champagne in a shop (that is, if you don’t include shopping on Christmas Eve in the bookshop in Much Wenloch – that was lovely but I don’t think that counts).
I am referring exclusively to clothes shopping. I love clothes shopping. I have done a lot of clothes shopping in my time. My wardrobe is fit to burst because of my love of clothes shopping. Yet, somehow, I have managed to avoid being offered champagne in a clothes shop. I don’t think this is fair.
I do most of my clothes shopping in charity shops, but as far as I am concerned this doesn’t mean I don’t deserve a glass of champagne to help me see clearly as to whether my bum looks big or not.
So with this blog I am sending a plea out to the Shrewsbury branches of Shelter, Severn Hospice, Macmillan, British Red Cross, Dogs Trust, Cats Trust, and all the others – please consider a bit of bubbly next time you see me enter your premises, since I am possibly your Most Favoured Customer. I will worship you all the more if you do (and I am sure I will spend more money too).