confession of a shopaholic

I have a confession to make. I am addicted to shopping. Especially clothes. It is this sense of euphoria, like serotin in your brain giving a release, every time you buy a new clothing item.

I have this bar - I would not buy t shirt any more than $10, pants more than $40, et cetera. Slowly I am seeing this bar getting higher. I bought 2 $38 pairs of cropped pants. I usually do not do that. But the fabric is really good and lasts long, I try to convince myself. It is a sense of brand that makes one feel good. Ugh, look at what I am saying here. It is the words of a trendy shopper who follows brand.

And what? I almost bought a $104 pair of sandals. I tried it on. And then said no. It is too much. I knew it will last long. I do have this sandals that I bought for $40 back in 2001, it is originally $99, and it is still in good shape and I still use it often. But still.

I shopped from 12 pm to 9 pm last Saturday with my good friend. And I am still tempted to go out and shop more. This is an addiction. Like the whiff of nicotine seeping into the blood, you go out wanting more.

Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh