Fun & Famous

A WEAK MOMENT DURING THE BIJENKORF SALE

If you absolutely have to look for a specific piece of clothing, you won't find it anyway. Do you know that feeling? I've been shouting for weeks that I ‘have to look’ for a suitable outfit for a big party coming up soon, but shopping just isn't happening.

Now, I had a few hours free recently, so I thought I would score a super cool dress. I wandered around the Utrecht canals for 372 rounds, and what do I come home with? A LITTLE BAG. Typical again. May I introduce you to my new Fräulein Furla? It went pretty much the same as last time (read here the adventure of Furla 1).

1. I went to the Bijenkorf.

2. There was sale.

3. I was with a fashion-loving friend who always persuades me to make the most extravagant purchases.

4. I have the only silver Furla piece with a pink fluffy (hello fluffy!) star in my hands. My friend screams that this is a match made in heaven.

5. I turn the price tag around and see a 50 percent discount sticker.

“And then the shit really hit the fan.”

6. An artery bursts in my head.

7. I ‘try on’ the new Fräulein Furla.

8. The lady clings to my body, starts screaming that I really can't go home without her and rubs her fluffiness against my hip.

9. I'm at the checkout and paying a bargain price for my new baby. On to a new future together.

10. There was also a sale at ST. studio at the same time and then the shit really hit the fan.

Conclusion? Broker than broke. Dear people, never go to the Beehive when there is a sale. This kind of practice is life-threatening. Don't say I didn't warn you.