Yesterday, I went to Primark for the very first time. There’s been a big store in Birmingham city centre for potentially years now, but I’ve never paid very much attention to it. Firstly, because given a choice between a trip to the dentist for an extraction or a shopping expedition for new clothing, I would choose the dental extraction every time. Secondly, because my belief was that it sold fashionable/tacky clothes, and my aim with clothing is to camouflage into the background and not have anyone look twice at me. Thirdly, because I’m sure there have been stories in the news about Primark using child labour or some such to produce their clothes, and that wasn’t something I necessarily wanted to support, even if my boyfriend is about to jump in and tell me in Spanish that child labour is a good thing How did I end up in this infamous store yesterday then and spend in excess of £20? (more…)