Rigby & Peller

As usual in London last week I went shopping. The plan was to buy Christmas presents to be honest I didn't buy a single one. Instead I ended up buying things to myself. Christmas present to myself (or at least I would like to call it that...)

One of my favourite shops to visit is Rigby & Peller on Conduit Street. Walking in there you're transferred into a luxurious world of lingerie and welcomed by some excellent sales women who know their lingerie from the inside out. This was my third visit and having lost almost 9 kg (20 lbs) this autumn I needed a new fitting to to get the correct size. One size smaller (yeah!) I was then offered a range of different bras. No matter what I said I wanted to try on or needed they had it. It almost felt a bit like being a kid in a candy store. With a new size and all I tried to be sensible and go for more everyday wear and ended up with three new pieces where one probably was a bit more than everyday wear. You do got a to live a little, and it all starts from the inside...

Happy with my purchases and small bag in my hand I then went on to Regent Street and Oxford Street and needless to say I never ever got any of that personal service anywhere else. In some shops I even left because even though I was the customer (or at least I thought so...) the sales persons showed no interest what so ever. Makes me sad since good customer serve is what makes me come back again and again and again.