They Make For Happy Shoppers

Do you know what else I love about magazines? They do my shopping for me.
259 pages and 1 carrot later, my shopping list is complete.

Festival clothes – Tick.

Birthday dress – Ain’t no thing!

And then there’s the must-have sporadic splurge.

Now I wasn’t always like this. In fact, I was a hater on those who used the scroll button in place of their legs. The repetitive cycle of ASOS parcels arriving in our office mail tray, whilst exciting, I struggled to support. Ask my work-buddies who I’ve watched return countless ill-fitting items, equipped with a giggle of course. I’ve always been a fan of the shopping experience – trying things on, seeking my girlfriend and shop assistant’s (whose form of flattery is guided by commission- nonetheless flattery) approval.

But here we are, a twenty-something year old, happily swinging in her chair letting Justine Cullen and her troops at SHOP do the hard yards for her. Kim clad, SHOP’s December issue has now pieced together my birthday dress with the perfect shoe – and I still have yet to leave my chair. I can also thank them for a new Guanabana statement necklace and one less contribution to my new-home saving fund.

SHOP December issue is on stands now – If your wardrobe is missing a little sparkle this month’s Ultimate Party Style Guide will have you hitting the shops with a shopping list in hand in no time!

I’m not quite sure what it is..

It could potentially be the gloss covers or the standout headlines – and I’m not talking ‘Kim’s Shock Admission: I’m Depressed’. Alluring – yes?

No – I don’t think that’s quite it.

There’s something about magazines.. I’d measure it to some sort of incessant drug habit, but that would be.. Oh, to hell with it!

“SHOCK ADMISSION: I’M ADDICTED.”

So, now that it’s all laid out on the table, no lies here, I’m going to let you in on a little secret of mine. I have a secret relationship, or not-so-secret to those who sit in my office. Once a month I do a little skip-walk, dance if you may, when the mail man walks in, promptly followed by the same repetitive phrase, ‘It’s new madison day!’. I will insist that everyone share the cover unveiling with me, followed by ooh’s and ahh’s, dependent on their comments and willingness to oblige to my monthly routine.

Yep, there we go, friends – You’ve received an exclusive!

In saying that, today was a very special day. NEW MADISON DAY! What has got my twinkle toes extra twinkly this month you ask? Oh, I’m flattered at your attentiveness. Just flick straight to page 58. madison – bless your features!

‘Clear your mind of everything you now know about Amanda Knox. Look at the picture opposite of a carefree child, beloved by her family and friends. Imagine her as that smiling girl, getting into the same trouble most children do. Now put that hopeful, excited, fresh-faced youngster in to a five-and-a-half by four metre jail cell shared by three women. Close your eyes and imagine that cell is where she will spend 22 hours a day for the next 26 years.’ If you’ve got no idea who Amanda Knox is, Claire Newbon has saved you the trouble and given you the ins-and-outs of her 1427 stint in an Italian jail, accused of the vicious murder of her roommate. It’s heart-wrenching – how’s that for a cliché?

Thank you Claire Newbon, and thank you madison. It’s been a magical new madison day!

Until next time, Au revoir, mes amis!