Every once in a while, I stand in front of my wardrobe and hate everything in it. Things have either become too small, too big, too old or I just feel meh about them. Put this alongside some dubious fashion purchases that have only been worn once, or in some cases not at all, and suddenly the desire for new clothes becomes overwhelming.
If, like me, you leave 'it' until the last minute you'll know how stressful it can be. Panic lists, crowds, panic buys, crowds, panic attacks...CROWDS. Come Christmas eve, whilst my smug, organised friends are relaxing by the tree sipping mulled wine, I'm the one running up and down Oxford Street, crying.