medieval madness revisited!

I can’t believe that this time last year I was in Spain spending the day at a medieval festival in the little town of Hospital D’Orbigo.  Or that a few short days will bring the one-year anniversary of the start of my Camino in Sarria.  The first weekend in June each year is a weekend of celebration in fabulous Spanish medieval style in Hospitale and people come from miles around to participate in dressing up, shopping, dancing, traditional games, displays of medieval life, fabulous food, jousting and general merriment overlooking a bridge steeped in history (and scaffolding along with most of the rest of Spain’s wonders that have seen a lot of history) – part of that history is said to have inspired the tale of Don Quixote.

Never having been to a medieval festival before (well, Australia doesn’t date back that far so it’s not a huge tradition here) I wasn’t sure what to expect but hoped it would be marvellous and I certainly wasn’t disappointed!  Here is a picture of the roving clowns performing a tale of the Camino – I got that much out of it at least even though I couldn’t understand most of it!!

The small town evolved into a riot of colour and sound and I spent several hours happily exploring all the festival had to offer.  My biggest dilemma of the day was what, out of all the beautiful things on offer, should I buy to commemorate the occasion and my Camino that I wouldn’t mind carrying with me for the 100+ kilometres of my journey on foot through Northern Spain.

I finally settled on a beautiful copper colour enamelled scallop shell necklace on a leather chain which I then wore for every step of my journey until I returned to Paris and family where such things are not really en vogue (in Paris that is, I don’t think my family would have cared!).

Looking through the windows today at the miserable weather, strong wind, rain and a gloomy, never-ending white cloud cover it is not hard to wish I was back there again in the sun and heat of the Spanish spring/summer but I have those memories and I plan to go back soon and make more – probably the same time of year again so I can visit Hospitale on that first weekend in June and re-live one of my favourite festival days to date! Here’s the original post from a year ago.

Happy (belated) Blogiversary to me :)

Once again I have been neglecting my blog and now the 1 year anniversary from my first published post has been and gone – oops!  In my defence I have been rather busy doing things like study, socialise, volunteer with St John, make stuff to sell at markets and things and, of course, not being able to leave the house due to symptom flare-ups.  So all in all a productive month I think!  The dysautonomia stuff is being its usual lovely roller coaster but I am in a much better place with it than I was this time last year.  My medications seem to be helping stabilise it a bit and my cardiologist is, as always, amazing.  I have an exercise physiology session once a week with an awesome group of POTS girls which has proved to be entertaining so far – we have more classes that don’t end in hospital visits than ones that do and there is usually a fair amount of giggling and chattering during exercise.  I know the general theory is if you can talk you’re not exercising hard enough but it’s not that kind of exercise – it’s more pilates based using a reformer and other nifty machines.

But enough of now, this is the time for reflection, for looking back to 1 year ago and seeing where I was, what I was doing and how far I have come from there.  Well I think we can safely say I have travelled quite a distance.  Just over a year ago I read a book, a very inspiring book – a book that made me want to travel across the globe and walk in the footsteps of thousands upon thousands of others throughout the course of history.  In just over one month it will be a year since I got on that plane at Tullamarine bound for Europe and glory in the form of the Camino.  I had no idea what to expect, what wonderful (or otherwise) things would happen, what I would see and experience, what I would learn about both life and myself or who I would meet on the way.  I had been to Paris before so that wasn’t a huge leap, I was meeting up with family so it wasn’t really outside my comfort zone and I had a basic grasp of French (degraded over years of neglect from an intermediate grasp of French!).  The bit that came after would be the challenge.  I was so caught up with the excitement and magnitude of what I was about to attempt that I didn’t really think about what would happen when I was finally on my own – out in the world, in a foreign country whose language (beyond ‘Hola’, ‘Grazias’, ‘Buen Camino’ and ‘donde esta cajero automatico’) I didn’t know.  And how in the hell was I going to walk that far every day?

Some days now I don’t know how I did it, when I can hardly move from fatigue or when I can hardly stand because my heart runs a marathon and my blood pressure slowly gives in to the pull of gravity when I do it seems a bit surreal.  Did I imagine the whole thing?  But no, I was there, I have the mark on my arm and my name on a certificate that I can’t read to prove it.  Prove it to myself and the world so I never forget what I can do, what I have done and trust me, with something as crappy as a chronic illness like dysautonomia you need it.  And I really need to go back to the studio and get it touched up!  Oh, and I also have this picture!

The Camino was life condensed.  You could live a decade in one day – I am still not completely sure how or why but it happened.  You almost need a day of rest and reflection after every day of walking just to take it all in and do it justice.  And for anyone wanting to get a taste of the Camino without leaving home then the movie ‘The Way’ has just come to Australia.  Directed by Emilio Estevez and starring Martin Sheen it is a beautiful story about loss, grief, and really finding yourself in the most unexpected place.  I highly recommend it 🙂
Even though the part that I walked doesn’t actually feature in the movie – it’s been completely skipped over which is frustrating!  And sad as Galicia was beautiful in the spring, but I guess when you have over 800km to chose from you can’t have it all in the movie!

Better get back to work – I have a stall at an awesome market tomorrow and need to get some stuff finished!  It’s ‘Worn Wild’ – the alternative fashion market that comes to Melbourne twice a year.  I am so excited to be part of it this year!  Here’s a flyer – check it out!  And if you’re interested here is the link to my facebook page for my accessories company – Cherry Pie Accessories – which will hopefully be a company soon instead of a hobby!

That’s all from me today
Buen Camino everyone 🙂

Just keep swimming

I haven’t written for a few weeks as I have been off in Bali with my family so I thought I’d get back into the swing of things today by talking about my chest.  Ok don’t get too excited, while I have it on good authority that my chest is certainly worth noticing it is not in fact my frontal anatomy that I wish to discuss, more what’s behind it; my heart 😉

As the anatomy lesson goes; the heart is connected to a mass of blood vessels both big and small that carry blood around your body – blood is important.  If we don’t have enough blood we can die.  Blood carries all sorts of important things from one place to another like oxygen, antibodies, hormones, chemicals, white blood cells and platelets etc.  When everything is working normally the heart should beat at somewhere between 60-100 beats per minute at rest and blood pressure should be between 100-140/60-90.  The two values for blood pressure are taken by measuring the pressure that blood exerts on the main arteries when it is being pushed through by the heart (when the heart contracts) and the pressure when the heart relaxes.  All this stuff is regulated by the autonomic nervous system and central nervous system and can be affected by stress placed on the body by infection, exercise, emotion, pain, fever, anxiety, drugs, fluid and electrolyte balance and oxygen and carbon dioxide levels.  Here’s an interesting link so you can check out your blood pressure and see where it sits on the chart.

Thanks for the anatomy lesson Claire, it’s great to learn something new every day but why is this relevant, you ask!  Well it is relevant because it helps me explain a few things.  My two main medical issues at the moment are my low blood pressure (which drops when I stand up) and my over-excitable heart rate (which tries to compensate for the drop in blood pressure but gets carried away and doesn’t realise it is at the same time being completely useless in the helping stakes and actually making it worse).  I don’t qualify for the POTS (postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome) diagnosis on account of the drops in blood pressure so I’m not cool like the yellow wiggle, but I also don’t fit into the ‘typical’ presentation of recurrent vasovagal syncope because of my tachycardia – the usual vasovagal response is a drop in blood pressure and heart rate.  So I am special, an honorary ‘POTSy’ and an unusual NCS’er – well, we wouldn’t want to be normal now would we 😉

Some people don’t quite realise how much these conditions can affect you and to be honest even though I have been feeling pretty crappy on and off for the past 7 years and it has had a major impact on my life I never really thought of it as being particularly dangerous until a few weeks ago.  Sure there have been times when I maybe shouldn’t have been driving or shouldn’t have gone out but I have been pretty careful with it in that respect.  Allow me to illustrate;

In June 20 metres up a particularly steep hill just outside Sarria in Spain and 15 minutes into my 115km Camino de Santiago I had to stop because I felt dreadful.  I couldn’t catch my breath, my heart was beating out of my chest, I felt dizzy and nauseated and was quite concerned I would not be able to go any further.  Sure I was de-conditioned and occasionally had asthma but this was ridiculous.  I checked my heart rate and it was 187bpm.  This is not good.  I know that my heart rate jumps from somewhere between 78-98 to 120 just on standing to compensate for the drop in blood pressure but I had never realised just how far it could go and how awful it could make me feel.  It’s possible it had been doing it all along and I never realised why I was so tired, out of breath and dizzy with exercise on some days but not others – I always assumed it was due to my blood pressure.

This experience wasn’t so concerning, I made it up the hill eventually and didn’t have another experience quite like it for the rest of the hike.  The worst one happened a couple of weeks ago.  I went scuba diving in Bali with my family.  Ah yes I can hear it now, how incredibly stupid was that?! Why would you put yourself at risk so much? and blah blah blah.  Well, I’d done it before and I will do it again and the problem was a rather singular one.  We had dived the previous day and apart from my usual adjustment period (where I have to remind myself that I can in fact breathe under water with the regulator and the huge tank of oxygen on my back) it was fine, fantastic even.  We were swimming around a huge garden of soft coral with spectacular fish and the hope of seeing a sunfish (no such luck I’m afraid) – it was glorious and felt wonderful to be back under the water again where I have always suspected I actually belong.  Despite some sea sickness on the way back I was fine, a little tired but hey, I did it and here’s a photo to prove it – there is me ascending and there is my hair in my face…

Then we decided to go again the next day, this time to a different place that, due to the boat of snorkelling relatives and the massive tide/full moon scenario we hadn’t been able to visit the first time.  The Dive Master insisted the current would be better there, it would be more sheltered and the time we had picked (early in the morning before our boat to the main land) would be perfect.

We got off to a good start, a huge Titan Triggerfish was mucking around nearby minding his own business (thankfully), and there were schools of brightly coloured damsel fish crowding around the coral plates.  This dive would be 20m, my deepest dive.  We went down and I discovered I didn’t have enough weight, it had been difficult to stay down properly the day before but the conditions were fine so it wasn’t a huge problem.  This time the current was rather strong and I had to fight more to stay down.  It was a drift dive (we didn’t have to swim, the current would carry us along) but the current was so strong we hardly had time to really look around and you had to be alert to stop yourself from colliding with the coral.  I was ahead and didn’t know which way we were going so I slowed myself down to wait, then I was behind and had to catch up.  That was what did it.  Fighting to stay at the right level, then to catch up and keep on the right track in the strong current I started getting out of breath.  My lungs felt wrong because of the pressure and compressed air – I could feel my breathing and it was too much and not enough at the same time.  I needed more air, I needed to calm down and regulate my heart rate.  When I get tachycardia from exercise, no matter where I am I can rest and relax, regulate my heart rate, take deep breaths etc but this time it was not possible.  There was no stopping, no closing my eyes, no relaxing.  If I did that I could lose the group.  Normally that would be ok, I would search for a couple of minutes and then slowly surface as is the usual plan for that kind of thing.  This time it was different, I could search for them and end up a long way away and not be able to signal the boat to pick me up.  That’s when I started to panic a bit.  I caught up and signalled to the Dive Master that I had to surface.  I think this is possibly the first time I have ever given in to fear and as soon as I did it got worse.

I had to get up, to have a huge lung-full of real air and a break for a minute then I would be fine but I HAD TO GET UP.  Scuba law tells us that you ascend slowly, breathing regularly and not too deeply.  Well I kinda didn’t and that’s bad.  I’m very lucky I didn’t do any damage, it wasn’t excessively fast but it was certainly faster than it should have been.  My poor cousin on her resort (not qualified) dive was dragged along with us as we surfaced.  After a minute I felt ok and was ready to go back down again.  That was a HUGE mistake.

Not enough weight, remember!  I couldn’t get down, the Dive Master and my Triathlete cousin were powering ahead against the current and i couldn’t get anywhere, in fact I felt like I was going backwards.  Apparently if I had looked down I would have seen the other 3 divers below me but I didn’t.  Once again I was working hard, breathing hard and my heart was racing from the effort.  I was tired and had had enough.  I couldn’t catch them so once again I started to panic.  That was it, I was done for the day.

Looking back I know that if I had known the current was going to be so strong I wouldn’t have gone.  Even the Dive Master confessed that it was bad that day but that’s beside the point.  I can’t compare myself and my efforts to those of normal healthy people and triathletes 😉
For an open water diver with 5 dives in total under her weight belt the dive was too complicated.  I didn’t have the skills, my equipment was insufficient (I wish I could remember how much weight I had on my belt when I did the course!) and my fitness and health were lacking.  Dysautonomia has never really scared me before, apart from the whole ‘oh my god it’s going to be there forever and I’ll never get better and blah blah blah’ but that’s a different kind of fear.   It took me about 10 minutes of sitting in the boat feeling sorry for myself to remember that and remember what I learned on the Camino; stress about the stuff you CAN change.  Don’t beat yourself up about the things you can’t do – you’re not superhuman, you can’t do everything no matter how much you would like to.  Don’t compare what you can and can’t do to what others can because that just gets depressing.  You’re in Bali, I mean come on, Bali, yeah!!  And finally, Santiago will always be there (so will scuba diving, I can always do it again) I get there when I get there.

I’ll be back in the water as soon as possible and hey, when you can see stuff like this I really don’t understand why anyone wouldn’t want to!

Why London is awesome

On my first visit to London I was totally unimpressed.  This may be due to the fact that I was 11, it was the middle of winter, it didn’t snow, I was thoroughly sick of being dragged around to churches and medieval villages through the whole of France by my mother and just wanted to have a real holiday already, there wasn’t really that much to appeal to kids or my parents were completely ignorant of whatever was available and there is only a certain amount of sustained excitement you can experience from seeing squirrels for the first time without them becoming a little mundane.  In fact the highlight of my London trip was getting lost in Harrods the day before we were due to go home.  I was taken to the security department where all lost children and shop-lifters go and there was my brother, playing on a computer – he had noticed I was gone and got lost himself looking for me.  Mum arrived shortly after while we were enjoying hot chocolate and feeling rather proud of ourselves (and by the way the security guards are lovely, I get the feeling this might happen on a regular basis).

This time I was completely blown away by just how awesome London really is.  It may be because I was on a high from the most amazing holiday ever, it may be because I was meeting my little brother for a few days before he jetted off to parts undetermined, it may be because I had tickets to see Mumford and Sons and Arcade Fire, it may be because I was incredibly excited about all the shopping opportunities on offer and it may be because I was looking forward to catching up with a friend who has been studying at Oxford for a couple of years – who knows!  All I know is, I had the time of my life!

Lets start with the Eurostar trip – a completely awful experience.  Not because the train was bad, no the train was fine actually.  But because I missed my train due to the incredibly insane Paris traffic.  My taxi driver actually got out of the cab at one stage to verbally abuse another driver who had cut in front of him (coming from the left side of the intersection) at a completely full intersection which I am convinced only happens developing countries with few road rules and Paris.  The other driver then proceeded to attempt to reverse through another car so he could get out of the way.  Can’t believe I didn’t have my camera on me!
Anyway, so I missed my train.  Problem was it was Paris fashion week and Wimbledon so I had to grab the only ticket that was on offer – 250 Euros!!!  I nearly cried as I handed over my shoe shopping allowance.  After paying 50 for my original ticket I was completely unimpressed and even the fact that they had Haagen Dasz at the station was not enough to placate me.  Then I got on the train and someone was in my seat.

After that was all sorted out I ended up with 2 seats to myself as the couple in them had been on the wrong carriage and the guy who was travelling with the American’s in the seats over the aisle had decided to stay in Paris to be with the love of his life (whom he had met a week earlier).  I was chatting to his friends about London; what to do, where to go and how on earth I was going to find my hostel when a voice piped up from the seat behind me – ‘you’re going to Shepherd’s Bush? I know where that is, in fact that’s where I’m going’.  Turns out Angels are real and I found one on the Eurostar.  Ok I know what you’re thinking, stranger danger and tourist scams and all that so I was a little wary at first but it turned out he was just a genuinely nice guy who wanted to help out just because he could AND he even showed me how to get a transport card, helped carry my ridiculously large suitcase through the London tube which is not exactly designed for suitcases and showed me where the hostel was.  Ladies it turns out chivalry is not dead at all but unfortunately he already has a fiancee (lucky girl).

Apparently St Christopher’s hostel in Shepherd’s Bush is where all the Aussies end up and apart from the stifling heat inside due to unusually hot weather and the lack of air conditioning I really can’t complain.  They even have 2 pound bundy and coke every day and they stock Australian beer that is kept in a real fridge – not the usual English beer fridge which is warmer than it really should be!  So the next day I was able to start crossing off things from my ‘to do in London’ list

  1. Go on a walking tour;  I joined the Sandemans royal tour which was recommended at the hostel.  The tour was free and the guides are volunteers who do it for the joy of educating tourists and the occasional tip.  Our guide was fantastic.  They also have many other paid tours including a pub crawl and grim reaper tour which I wanted to do but didn’t have the time.
  2. Go to a concert in Hyde Park;  My little bro arrived on the morning of the Arcade Fire concert which was very exciting and he nearly lasted the whole concert.  The biggest event I have been to is the Big Day Out at the Melbourne Showgrounds but this concert managed to have nearly the same amount of people for one stage only.  It was massive!  I went more for Mumford and Sons than Arcade Fire who I hadn’t been overly impressed with but I was very impressed with their show, they do put on a fantastic show (even if I had to take a partly delirious jet-lagged brother back to the hostel before it was over).  And by the way, Mumford and Sons were incredible!
  3. Find some pubs;  Well this is actually quite easy, around every corner is a cute little pub with a gorgeous imaginative name.  The pubs are generally quite small so the industry has overcome this by allowing people to take their drinks outside and drink in the street near the pubs – a novel idea and definitely not going to be allowed in Australia!  But when you own an establishment that only 30 people or so can fit in comfortably there is really no alternative if you want any business!
  4. Catch a show;  I hadn’t realised how much I wanted to do this until I saw all the posters everywhere on the tube.  And as it happens, London is the home of Les Miserables, it has been playing for 25 years and is still spectacular.  This is my brother’s and my favourite show and it did not disappoint.  I am so glad we got to see it and for 25 pounds it was considerably cheaper than going to a show in Melbourne.  There are cheap ticket booths set up everywhere in Picadilly Square and some of them keep tickets for each show on hold until the day so it is possible to see a show that is sold out everywhere else (including the theatre box office), how awesome is that?!
  5. Try some truly fantastic Mexican food; Ok so this wasn’t exactly on my original ‘to do’ list but we did it anyway and it has now made my ‘memorable places’ list.  Lupita is a small but very popular mexican restaurant near Charring Cross station that has the most amazing Mexican food I have ever had – Taco Bill eat your heart out!  So we may not have a huge selection of Mexican food in Australia but I know what I like and I loved it.  If you get there try the Chicharron de Queso y Guacamole – it will blow your mind!
  6. Go Shopping;  And I did!  Check out my last post on the 10 best places I found to shop in Europe and the UK.
  7. Find and shop Portobello road and Camden market;  Being a ‘bedknobs and broomsticks’ fan I could not get the ‘Portobello road’ song out of my head every time I thought of the place and to be honest it wasn’t at all what I expected.  Ok I know the movie was made a VERY long time ago in movie years but the place really didn’t look anything like it did on the movie.  Still, it was pretty cool but I much preferred what I saw of Camden Market.
  8. Pride march;  It just so happened that our visit coincided with the London Gay Pride festival and the march.  My brother and I jumped on the tube in the morning to find a pair of girls scantily clad in sequins and feathers.  It took our hung-over brains a moment to put two and two together – that group of overtly camp guys who chatted to us in the street last night looking for Haven night club in Soho and excitedly announced they were here for pride festival and these girls must be here for the same reason AND (unless the girls were late for a newer, flashier version of the Lion King) there must be a parade/march like there is for Mardi Gras in Sydney.  So I checked it out and it was great!  Everyone from the Police to the Older gay generation, the Muslim community (who win the award for the best chant – we’re here, we’re queer, we don’t drink beer!) and London Rollergirls had a group marching, riding a float or skating.  I have never seen so many rainbow ribbons, it brought a tear to my eye.
  9. Go to Harrods;  This time, I am proud to say, neither my brother nor I got lost.  Harrods was just as I remembered it, a maze of fabulousness with the best gift shop on the planet.  My brother made friends with a life-size police bear and my brain nearly exploded trying to decide which cute cuddly harrods bear to take home with me.  The decision was too difficult so I got an umbrella and some magnets, a rubber duck with a union jack flag on it and some other trinkets.
  10. Survive the London Tube;  I am proud to say that I did not catch a cab once!  I had the handy London Tube map on my phone and my oyster card in my pocket and I conquered the London transport system.  Yes it was tough at times, yes it is dirty and crowded and hot but it is rather awesome, reasonably efficient and far more reliable than Paris transport.  And while it is true that at the end of the day you look at your hands and wonder how you got so much grime under your fingernails, particularly if you didn’t touch anything and that it is not the best place if you suffer from claustrophobia particularly at peak hour (thankfully I don’t) it is a masterpiece and a London icon.

Here is my brother with his new friend from Harrods, I think he was still suffering from a bit of Jet-lag…

Top 10 destinations for affordable fashion in Europe and the UK

Like many other girls (and boys) in the world I love to shop, particularly when you find something so amazingly perfect and cute you just HAVE to have it and also when there’s a chance that nobody at home will have what you find.  But it would be rather ungenerous of me not to share what is now my list of top 10 favourite shops in Paris, Spain and London – believe me, I will be visiting all these again and found some wonderful things in all of them.  Another awesome thing about shopping there is the price, but that is a recurring theme once you leave Australia – everything seems so much less expensive in Europe and the UK (apart from accommodation).  Maybe because we need to get things shipped in, I don’t know, but it’s a terrible crime how expensive fashion is over here.  And another fantastic things about many of these stores is; if you can’t get there they can get it here!

  1. Amichi – Spain.  At the top of my list for a very good reason.  Amichi is Spain’s first fashion franchise; since its opening in 1985 it has gone international (not far but still international) and can also apparently be found all over Spain.  If you love scarves (which is something the Spanish and I most definitely have in common) you will be in heaven.  Also, if you love cute bathers, gorgeous (not simpering) floral prints, sassy knits, up to date European fashion that anyone can wear, shoes and bags then this is certainly the place for you.  Unfortunately I was limited in the amount I could purchase by my hiking pack size – although I also found a handy carry-on bag in the store which I quickly filled.
  2. Primark – UK and Europe.  Hold on to your handbags girls because this store is like nothing we have in Aus.  Actually if you take Target, K-mart, Myer and Best and less you might sort of get the right idea but you’d still be missing out.  They have everything you could possibly dream of fashion-wise from the incredibly trashy and tacky to clothes that could be found on the international catwalk and for very little.  Think end of season sales prices only all year and slightly better.  For example, printed T-shirts for 2 Pounds, Full size umbrella’s with cute prints for 3 pounds etc.  Yes, this is a shop to go nuts in and with sizes ranging from 6 to 20 they fit more people than the average store at home.  With several floors in one huge building at the Oxford St Store all this is very easily accomplished – with a store this large and so much on offer anyone can find something fabulous.
  3. Topshop – UK and USA.  More upmarket than Primark (well, that’s a little bit of an understatement) Topshop is sort of like a department store for more well known and expensive designers.  It is similar to Myer and David Jones only far more funky and tailored to the younger end of the shopping spectrum – and they offer student discounts!  They are also one of the London stockists of handbags by my favourite UK designer NICA.  It was a tough decision but I only went home with 2 new handbags.  NICA are also available at David Jones but there are only a few designs available and their online store does not ship to Australia – Topshop does!
  4. Etam – France.  Every time I go to Paris I come home with at least one thing from Etam.  They have normal women’s clothing stores and a separate lingerie and bathers store.  Yes girls and boys, French Lingerie and bathers and for a rather reasonable cost.  I bought a gorgeous turquoise bikini for 28 Euros, usually a pair of bathers in Australia can cost upwards of $80 (don’t be surprised to pay over $100) so naturally I was rather excited.
  5. Sephora – Apparently most places other than Australia.  Sephora is THE place to go for inexpensive and reasonably decent quality make-up, perfume and body care products.  They stock everything from classic essentials to whatever is in vogue and a lot of it (apart from the perfume) is exclusive to the store – check out Tokidoki, so incredibly cute I could have bought every eyeshadow set.  They also offer workshops, classes and makeovers.
  6. Claire’s – Europe, USA, Canada and UK.  If you love your accessories this is the place for you.  They have things that suit pretty much any taste from the prissy princess to the goth or punk rocker in us all.  If I hadn’t bought so many scarves already I would have come home with a lot more pairs of earrings, necklaces and all sorts of other things than I did.  And if I hadn’t done most of my present shopping previously I would have been able to find something for everyone in this store.
  7. Zara – most places (including Europe, UK, USA, Australia).  While not exactly expensive there are things out there that are similar and cheaper BUT you have to look for them.  Zara makes European fashion more affordable for the masses.  The only problem is that due to the differences in fashion dictated by the powers that be you can’t find the exact same things in each Zara between countries.  So if you see something you like in one, grab it, because chances are you wont see it again.
  8. Marks and Spencer – UK.  Marks and Spencer is far more upmarket than the likes of Primark.  It is similar to David Jones in Australia, so slightly more posh than Myer but by no means exclusive.  Like Primark and most stores in the UK there is much more range in normally available sizes than we have in Australia – ranging from size 6-20 (or above if you’re lucky).  I bought the most gorgeous watermelon coloured trench at M&S which is very exciting as winter in Melbourne tends to bring out the black, charcoal grey, grey and (on a really rare and crazy day) beige in everyone’s wardrobes.  I hate blending in with the crowd in Winter, why make yourself feel drab and cold and boring along with everyone else when you can bring a little sunshine in with a bright coat.  But like all good department stores M&S have everything, not just coats, and they stock it all year round as I found when I turned a corner near the coats and found myself in amongst the bathers.
  9. C&A – Europe and UK.  C&A’s mass produced fashion is more suited to the more sophisticated taste.  That is if you can find anything.  It’s pretty hit and miss in here although at first glance it appears that there is more than enough variety.  It is as if the clothing department from Target was removed from a store (minus the incredibly trendy younger section) and given its own store.  Don’t get me wrong, I found some beautiful coats in the store but not much else.  The size range is still broad here but there was little in the way of classic pieces and what I could see that was on offer trended more towards style en masse.  But hey, it might have just been the store I was in and there were still some good things to find amongst the dross and the prices were very reasonable.
  10. H&M – Europe, UK, USA and the Middle East.  H&M is like the younger, funkier sibling of C&A.  If I could compare it to anything we have in Australia it would be a mixture of Supre and the funkier section of Target.  It’s cheap and if you’re not careful it can trend towards the slightly tacky but there are gems to be found if you can be bothered looking hard enough through the masses of similarly styled and coloured clothes that wouldn’t really suit anyone over the age of 18, over a size 10 or if you aren’t overly choosy.
  11. I know I said 10 but Harrods really does deserve a mention even if it’s only for their gift department that have everything Harrods and London themed that you could possibly imagine.  The Knightsbridge store is HUGE and tres posh.  They have bathroom attendants and special bathrooms exclusively for the use of people who have spent over a certain amount.  Their sales are rather spectacular and the perfume and makeup departments are a thing of beauty (if you can get through the clouds of scent and sales attendants politely trying to spray you with so-and-so’s latest).  If you only visit one store in London and have no intention of doing any actual shopping (which kinda defeats the purpose of my post) it should be this one just to visit the gift department and say hello to the incredibly gorgeous life-sized bears

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