Blonde's Eye View: The poor shopper quandary

The "whatever" being they are an unbearable two sizes too small.

And the dresses I PMT purchased (once a month I develop the taste of a WAG wannabe on benefits).

Hence, the bottom skimming polyester dresses I stockpiled in black, vomit yellow and raw chicken pink.

My hormone addled brain was convinced they were classic items I'd wear forever. They still (thankfully) have their tags attached.

Online shopping is a great way to increase my hoard: why unnecessarily endure interaction with the public?

The internet's so convenient, and you don't have to bother with those itchy eco bags.

The flaw with store websites is I'm a bit sketchy when it comes to weights and measures.

I'm your kind of girl who holds her hands apart and says, "I'll have that much please."

Thumbnail pictures don't really convey scale.

So, added to the junk pile is a box full of travel shampoos and an industrial bucket of olives.

And the pack of purple flocked tealights, that turned out to be a pack of 152.

I did think they were a bit expensive at the time.

I can't keep them, my flat looks like it's inhabited by a gothic sadist with a fondness for seances.

The only issue is, what to do with all this stuff?

Throwing it away feels like a waste.

As they say, one woman's trashy dress, is another women's treasured outfit. I'd give it to charity, but the Wharf lacks any shops.

Surely a donation point for a charity would thrive? I can't be the only cash rich, decision poor shopper on the estate.