Topshop launched in 1964, and since then it has gone from strength to strength - now forming more of a fashion institution rather than a clothes shop. Its huge range promises something for everyone and I, for one, can lose the best part of an afternoon scanning their flagship Oxford Circus store.
We met in Tophop's accessories department. Sass was late, so I was head to toe in Tophop's finest jewellery by the time she arrived... as you do. After removing all the bits and pieces I had been trying on while waiting for her, we headed straight to the Personal Shopper department, which is in the far corner of the lower ground floor. Walking in is like finding an oasis in a desert, and you soon realise that this is the first class of shopping experiences. I am a huge fan of Topshop but one thing I find hard to handle is the hustle and bustle of it's shop floor. It makes me stressed and tired within minutes of arriving and don't even think about trying anything on with those cues!
The Personal Shopping area is a world away from that. On arrival we were met by a very pretty shop assistant who offered us both tea (yes please, no sugar) before going to our own, personal changing room. Equipped with two rails of tailor-made looks and a big, comfy armchair, your whole body instantly relaxes. We were then introduced to our two, very own, personal shoppers, both tall and beautiful and perfect adverts for the store's clothes.
Playsuits, coloured jeans and sparkly tops adorned the changing room walls and we were then given a run down of each individual outfit. I could see my sister's eyes light up with each item she pulled of the rail. But there were some 'no-no's' of course, too; like a woolly jumper that had a picture of a sheep on it and a pair of multi-coloured metallic leggings that had more place in a 1980's music video than on my teenage sister's legs.
Once left to our own devices we quickly established the 'no's' from the 'yes's'. The first item she tried on was a big hit; an elegant, black playsuit that had daisies made out of gems sewn on to it. Next up, another playsuit, although this time floral, instantly made the cut too, as did a pair of the navy blue 'Jamie' jeans - that are so deliciously comfortable that i'd wear them in bed.
With our YES's firmly decided upon and after 1 hour spent in this shopaholic's paradise, we paid for our goodies and left. We then decided to have a quick whizz around the shop floor, just to check that we hadn't missed out on anything else... and that was when I realised. I realised what an absolute luxury it was to have your clothes chosen for you, to not have to battle with the girl next to you for the last size 10 on the rail and the heavenly piece and quiet of our own personal changing room. It is rather like first class on an airplane; once you have had a taste of it, you'll find it very hard to go back to economy ever again.