In these days of instant access to everything, the simple pleasure of waiting for something to arrive cannot be under estimated.

I love shopping, in person, with friends (although that usually leads to wine) and I love shopping online.  The browsing itself is a joy – as long as your focused, that is.  I have my favourite shops and most retailers have online equivalents now.  I love to shop around and keep things in my shopping bag so that when I need (you could replace need here with want/can afford to) to I can simply buy them.  If I’m in a hurry I can choose express delivery, if not, then the anticipation of waiting a few days makes their arrival all the better.

Amazon is a firm staple, along with Boden and ASOS – little parcels of happiness arriving either at home or at work.  It’s so easy to return items now too, fill out a form, take what you don’t want back to the post office and job done.  I probably do about 80% of my clothes shopping this way.  I know the brands that work for me, I can co-ordinate from the same range and I can try things on at home with the rest of my wardrobe available as fillers.

I know that not everyone is a fan, and I love browsing on the high street and try to support independent boutiques too.

In a way, shopping online reminds me of my childhood, we lived in a pretty remote spot in Scotland, where the nearest high street shops seemed like a lifetime away (well a ferry trip and train ride away anyway) and we used to order clothes from Mum’s catalogue.  Waiting for those items to arrive was always a thrill, just like waiting for an online order to arrive now.  A parcel full of hope.  And in a fast paced world, where everything is instantly available, having to wait a short amount of time for something should be cherished.