Go See Sex and The City, but beware, it's dangerous for your wallet

I saw Sex and the City at a fundraiser last night, with 800 other forty-something lower north shore mums (a sight, believe me) . Despite not having been a regular watcher of the series (Firegazer watched it more than I did) I thought the movie was surprisingly excellent. It actually had a plot.

However I came out feeling that, really, I need a stylist, an on-call hairdresser and someone to carry my shopping bags. What's a girl to do?

Go shopping, of course.

You know, I really needed a pair of cowboy boots. I don't have anything to wear them with but I figure something will come along.

And a girl can't have too many black peep-toe wedges. Gosh, don't look too closely, it looks like this girl needs a new pedicure.

It helps that they were on sale. A bit.

Please don't tell Firegazer. I want to pretend they've been in my wardrobe for ages.

Oh for a decent-sized changeroom

Once a year my friend SC and I cruise the "Ladies Fashion" floors of DJ's Elizabeth St Store in Sydney. We decide in advance what one item of clothing we are looking for and proceed single-mindedly in one direction around each floor picking up anything that vaguely meets requirements.

After a full (clockwise) circuit of one floor we take our haul to the change rooms. We are not interested in returning to the floor at any point so we arrive with anything upwards of 15 items, convince the attendant that the 4 item limit is simply ridiculous and proceed to climb in and out of dresses until we find one we like

So here is my gripe. I hate tiny squished-in change rooms.

Growing up I would often visit a dress shop ("frock shop") owned by my mum's family that had real change rooms. These were huge curtained off areas with large mirrors and excellent lighting; hanging space for at least 20 items; a chair or two and shop attendants whose mission in life it was to rush out at get a different size, different colour or a seamstress to take up a hem. The big change room is all about you.

Small change rooms force you to step outside to either be pounced upon by an over eager shop attendant who tells you how fabulous you look or you are completely ignored by a lady whose job it is to hand out numbers. Small change rooms are all about them.

Give me a large airy change room and an interested (but not pushy) attendant willing to comb the floor for additional clothes and I am a happy customer who might just push my credit card a little further in appreciation of good service.

Where are the best/worst change rooms you've seen?