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I am getting addicted to online shopping. It started with ordering books from flipkart, and before I knew it, I was hooked onto other online shopping sites.

Now, I enjoy shopping online more than going to the stores, once in a while I do shop for my stuff outside, especially jeans and trousers, as its important to try it on, to see how the style fits. There is a lot more variety available online, when it comes to buying tops, skirts, kurtis or even accessories like bags and jewelry.

It's just a click away, sitting at the comfort of your home, sipping a beverage. They home deliver and have multiple payment options. So, it's easy to do a budgeted shopping. There are shopping websites for footwear as well, but I don't do it as my foot size varies with brands.

The baby websites are really good, I had ordered few storage containers and trolleys for my lil one as we had space crunch when we moved to Gurgaon. Must say, they were affordable and really good. Some of my favourite online websites are: www.fashionandyou.com, www.jabong.com - they have a good collection of bags, flipkart (goes without saying), then there is a facebook page called the design factory, affordable, nicely styled bags, suits me as I am not a genuine leather person, I don't buy anything from hidesign. I prefer faux leather, its not very expensive and for a bag freak like me, it works out perfectly fine. Though there are numerous websites for shopping, one should be very careful while selecting the website. I personally choose sites like jabong, bluestone or fashionandyou, brass tacks etc.. because they come with a return policy/exchange deal. When a site follows such norms, you can be rest assured of their quality and the fact that they are not fooling their customers.

It has worked out well for me. Sometimes I plan my time, and spend few hours on the net looking at all the styles, cuts designs and then make my choice :).

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