I have been a very generous donator of clothes over the years. I have given away brand new tops and jumpers. There have been jeans that still have the labels attached that have gone to friends, the cleaning lady and charity donation boxes. I like to think it is because I am generous but it’s a little more involved than that.
I hate returning clothes. Just hate it. And like many others, I have been known to buy things that don’t exactly look as good on me at home as they did in the change room with the “special” mirror and the “right” lights. I have also been known to buy “surprise” clothes for my husband and son. Not so clever
My reluctance to return clothes is complex.
I once had a friend who suffered from a horrible form of kleptomania (actually maybe she was just a thief). She used to walk into department stores and take clothes off the rack and then return them. Without actually buying them first. Needless to say when I found out about this practice the friendship ended very rapidly. But the effects of that discovery linger.
Every time I want to return something that I have legitimately purchased I am filled with dread that the sales person will think I am a thief. I know, I know, it is totally unfounded and ridiculous but I have been scarred.