I went into town today. I decided that mooching about my room, tapping away at the odd job application and eating too many chocolate brownies was getting to me. So a nice walk into town would blow away the cobwebs and give me some inspiration. Lovely. Only, the trouble is, that there are shops out there. Lovely, big and beautiful shops full of wonderful things that I can't have because I have no money. Being unemployed generally sucks. It sucks most when for the first time in ten years, I can't seem, to find a job. I had more money when I did a paper round at the age of twelve than I have now. But alas, the pull of Primark is far too strong for any girl to resist (£3? For this handbag? Wow...) And so I bought two dresses. Oops. How on Earth did that happen? I swear I don't know. I walked in the door then must have blacked out and the next thing I knew, I was walking out holding that super eco-friendly brown paper bag. It was totally beyond my control, honest. But it was fine. It was a bargain. Bargain-tastical. I figure I'll have a job soon. I will. Positivity will bring me a job. Yes.
On the subject of compulsive shopping (its a sickness I tell you, a sickness!) I'm really not sure about the Confessions of a Shopaholic movie starring Isla Fisher. For those who don't know, it's based on the series of Shopaholic books by Sophie Kinsella (who is, I reckon, the best chick-lit author out there). The books are about Becky Bloomwood, (ironically) a financial journalist working in London who happens to be not only useless with money but addicted to shopping. This results in her getting in huge amounts of debt, with the books following her as she attempts to control her compulsive spending - with hilarious results.
So, why did the film have to be set in America? In the books Becky is English and the books are (largely) set in England. It's not that I'm particularly patriotic, and it's not that I don't love America (they gave me Buffy for godssake), but if it ain't broke, surely there's no need to fix it. It really gets on my wick when films change major details of books (like it's entire setting) and then get away with saying "based on the books by so-and-so". And anyway, isn't Isla Fisher Australian? Couldn't she have just put on an English accent instead of an American one? Grrr... So I'm torn between a) wanting to see an adaptation of one of my favourite books on screen, and b) not wanting to be bitterly disappointed because they make a mess of such a great character.
Becky is, without question, the embodiment of every self-confessed shopaholic out there. I happen to be one, and have been since I got that paper round ten years ago. Come rain, snow or blistering heat, I would deliver those damn papers and get that £15 a week. I promptly spent it on clothes, shoes, bags and other frivolous things that I didn't need in the slightest. I loved it. I was the BEST bargain hunter and still am, that £15 could get me two outfits. And it still can. But then, that just means that rather than having a few expensive things I don't need, I have LOADS of cheap things that I don't need. For some reason, going out and buying things I need just doesn't give me the same buzz as buying things I don't need at all...
Now, I'm not by any means as terrible with money, or as addicted to spending as the highly exaggerated character of Becky - but every girl who loves to shop will be able to relate to her brilliant reasoning process when it comes that that thing that you've just got to have. Only, in Becky's case - that's everything.
Okay, so maybe I will watch the film... Reviews anyone?
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