There's much to learn from a trip to Dubai Outlet Mall
Benita Adesuyan loves a good bargain at the shops, but just how far will she go?
I went back home to London recently to visit the family and friends that I haven’t seen in the flesh for six months. I also went home for another important reason. To shop. I know millions flock to Dubai for such a pastime and sure I can go wild in the aisles right here in the emirate, but the thing is, I just love high-street shopping and sometimes things just seems cheaper in your native currency.
Even more than that, I absolutely love a bargain. It feels like a small triumph when I get a bit of cash off something or latch onto a good deal while out. I have a good friend who believes in upgrading, ‘buy cheap-buy twice’, she would chide while I rummage through the reduced sale items.
While I agree with her in principle, I don’t like parting with a lot of money when it comes to buying clothes and shoes. I should have learnt my lesson this month: as I was darting between appointments one sunny afternoon, my fabulous yet dirt-cheap sandals gave way under my feet and fell apart, leaving me hopping through the middle of Al Barsha desperately seeking a ride to the mall.
That should have taught me to steer clear of bargain basement footwear – but it didn’t. I recently discovered the Dubai Outlet Mall on the edge of town and it only served to reignite my magpie-like attraction to sparkly things (and low prices). As I meandered the long halls, I could hear a pair of gold diamante pumps calling my name. It was like they winked at me with rhinestone eyes.
As I walked away, a voice in my head, said ‘no one needs gold sparkly diamante pumps – and anyway, what would you wear them with?’ As I sneaked a last glance, they winked at me again and I felt myself cave in. They had my size.
Maybe it was meant to be, maybe old habits die hard – I tried them on, cheeked the price. At Dhs55 they were a steal and super-cute to boot. Once again I was back in the bargain end of shopping and I hoped my shiny new friends would last a little longer than my old slippers.
I was so proud of my bargain beauties, when I returned home that night, I showed my pals my new purchase to adoring oohs and ahhs. I knew then I was right to get them.
Shame then considering what happened the next evening, when I bounded into the kitchen to cries of ‘shall we tell her?’
‘I think you had better spit it out,’ I said, fearing the worst. After nervous shuffling and fearful looks, my flatmate finally relented. ‘I’m really sorry, but we saw your shoes for Dhs11 cheaper today!’