I used to live for the sales. I could spot seasonal discounts at thirty feet and would be one of those people who couldn't wait to hit the shops as soon as the Christmas turkey had cooled; part of the festive joy for me was nabbing a bargain or picking up something I thought was a steal, just as much as it was pulling a cracker or wearing a jaunty hat. The buzz I got from rummaging through the rails and finding a dress with 50% off was unparalleled, and it became a little addictive; I'd be there picking up bags, shoes, dresses, accessories that I knew were too good a steal to miss, even if they weren't necessarily something I would've looked at if they were full price. Walking along the street with armfuls of bags and bargains made me feel like a character from Gossip Girl, but more often than not I was finding those items lingering in my closet at the end of the season with the tags still attached.
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