Therapy for the Blues

Rather then be set a-fire by a certain mischievous troll on blogworld I decided the best remedy to combat the blues was to go shopping! Therefore, I made a trip to the nearest mall. More to spend some time by myself rather than throw my hard-earned wages on useless trinkets. Actually, it was more of wanting to go loot some book-stores. I crave books like junkies crave a hit. So, I spent the better part of two hours at Magrudy’s and Book Corner browsing and happily splurging on some of my favourite authors. An “On Sale” sign, in a lingerie store caught my attention; off I went burning a hole in my wallet. Ofcourse, for my own pleasure. Book and lingerie acquisitions are always therapeutic. It was while I was cruising through Debenhams that something caught my attention. FEATHER DUSTERS! And mind you, not your run-of-the-mill car swiping feather dusters, but the small, dainty versions in orange and pink!!! I stared wide-eyed, trying to discern the reason behind their presence. Even looked around to see if there were any related items so that my mind wasn’t off on its wicked tangent. Since, there were none, my over-worked brain conjured some very naughty scenarios for their usage. Blushing, I made a hasty retreat. Lord, have mercy! How could a store in Dubai be carrying them?

I left the blues in the mall. :D