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I was originally going to devote this edition of The Stingy Shopper to the glory of Uniqlo’s men’s T-shirts which are truly wondrous things (£5, nice long ‘short’ sleeves, long enough to tuck into things, did I mention they’re £5?), but that was until I went into the Oxford Street branch on my lunch break and discovered… the polo shirts!
They are amazing – stacked up in neat piles of preppiness, in ever colour and stripe combo you could imagine. And they are £14.90. Now polo shirts are one thing that I have historically been quite discerning – ok, fine, snobby – about; if it’s not got an alligator or a little laurel wreath embroidered on it, I don’t wanna know. High street polos tend to be made of slightly thin, cheapo fabric which doesn’t hang properly – you want nice thick, sturdy stuff – and they don’t have all the tiny details that make such a simple garment one of the all-time fashion classics. But Uniqlo ones do.
The stingy spoils from my lunchtime shopping 'spree' - two top quality polo shirts from lovely lovely Uniqlo
The collar has two contrasting stripes and a three-button placket and most importantly, they have the thing my mum always told me to look out for – neat little cuts at the hem (I don’t know the technical term) – always a sign of quality. I bought two – navy and white – because I know they will go with pretty much everything I own, but I’ll soon be back for a red one, maybe a grey or one of the stripy numbers.
The brilliant thing about polo shirts is they’re slightly more structured than tees and therefore smarter, but not as formal as a shirt. So they fill a gap (call it ‘smart-casual’ if you must) beautifully. I have a new skirt from Jaeger Boutique that’s quite pretty and folksy, so instead of going for prissy princess overload and wearing it with a white shirt and ballet pumps, I’ll stick on one of the polos and my Converse – balancing the elegance and femininity of the full, swishy skirt with the tomboyishness of the polo shirt. Add lipstick and a ponytail and I’m Audrey frikkin' Hepburn!