I have no idea why this Debs has got such a bad rep, but saying that I think it must be the location. Before I begin telling you about the evil that resides in Clapham Junction (CJ), let me tell you about Debs (Debs being Debenhams).
As department stores go, I kinda like it. For me it's a one-stop shop to pick up my skin care stuff (that reminds me I need to pop in for some), perfumes and other lotions and potions that I don't need. It's home to most of the designer makeup brands and generally speaking, it's good for cosmetics et (some) toiletries.
They often have great offers and sales on, and you can finds some good clothes and shoe designers too. Perhaps not a place to purchase your entire wardrobe, but for staples and basic pieces, Debs hits the spot. Also very good for picking up smalls. Male reader, the next part does not concern you so please skip to the next paragraph, I'm serious I will know if you've read it. Plus I'm going to talk about periods and girls things. Ladies, phew, now we've got rid of them, read on. In particular Debs is great for bras and for me has fast overtaken my first love M&S. There are few things I dislike more than an ill fitting bra. I have walked the earth to find a store to accommodate my rack, and these days there is no reason to wear the wrong size. Gok has revolutionised 'banger' and we should be proud of them! As a side note, if you are feeling down because but boob are not erect have no fear Jo is here! Seriously if you need help I am happy to help - you won't believe the confidence boost wearing the right bra will give you. Anyway, a great range for all sizes are to be found in this lingure department and they have a very good range aptly name 'Gorgeous' for the 'fuller bust'. Generally, I have had few problems finding appropriate, attractive and ample amounts of what I need, and with smalls to match!
Now, about CJ. If you are shopping alone (everybody say awww), never never never go on a Sunday afternoon. Why? A very good question, because every Sunday an invasion takes place - The Invasion of Coupledom! I kid you not, I felt like a leper not having a man on my arm, I was tempted to grab a manikin out of a shop window and see if anybody notice. It felt like a Zombie movie and I was the only survivor. Eyes shifting their gaze to me, telepathically communicating one word to each other 'solo solo solo.' The chanting becoming audible. I duck into Debenhams but there was no refugee to be found, it was too late. They start to close in on me, I run, but there is no where to hide. They were outside, inside everywhere... they are Clapham Junction. read more