When I was living in Melbourne, my best friend Zoe and I used to have regular shopping dates. It often took place on a Friday evening after a hard day’s work and after a well deserved meal at one of the restaurants along Lygon Street.
We’d go to the usual places; Melbourne Central, Bourke Street Mall, sometimes we’d often head towards DFO South Wharf and then have dinner along Southbank.
While Zoe and I had very different styles, we were perfect shopping partners. There were countless times where she would say, “How did I know that you’d go for that dress” or “That’s SO you, Reese!” And where I’d say to her, “That’s your… 100th… plain dusty pink shirt to wear to work”. There was even a time where Zoe and I carried the exact same handbag.
Now that my best friend and I are living 800km apart, I’ve been had to have debrief conversations on the phone and tell each other what we bought. It’s been over two years since I moved from Melbourne but it’s great to know that things between Zoe and I haven’t changed.
She still goes shopping every Friday and goes to all the usual shops we would frequent. She still buys the same shirts, dresses and spends the same amount each week on beautiful clothes, whereas I seemed to have taken a backseat in fashion and seem to just go shopping through Zoe, instead of venturing off on my own.
I guess I miss my shopping bestie and I don’t seem to enjoy shopping on my own like I used to. There have been countless times I’ve go to the big Westfield in the city or my local Bondi Junction Westfield and come home empty handed because nothing really inspires me, where Zoe always did.
I miss her telling me a shirt look hideous on me when I came flying out of a dressing room; needless to say, she was always right. I miss the stories she’d tell of how she went shopping on her lunch break down Brunswick Street and saw a shirt that I would love. Most of all I miss her encouraging me to buy a pair of shoes we both knew I’d only ever wear out once, but were too beautiful to walk away from. Ah yes, shopping solo just isn’t the same without someone there to support your shopping addiction.
These days when I go shopping solo, I’m not as daring and impulsive. Some would say this is a good thing – save money not buying so much… well, SHIT I don’t need. But then again, where’s the fun in that…? Shopping and fashion is supposed to be fun!
Just recently I found myself in such a state over the fact that my dream pair of Mary Jane’s with a chunky heel didn’t come in my size. Both in store and online. And what did I do…? Gave up. I know had Zoe been there, she would have visited several different stores all over Melbourne to track down a pair of 37′s. No way would she have let me give up on them, especially knowing how much I wanted them.
So, next time I’m out shopping on my own, I will keep in the back of my mind – WWZD – What Would Zoe Do?
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