" a compulsive shopper"
Of course, the popular search engine forgot to mention that being a shopaholic meant a euphoric high compared to the pull of say, heroin and coke, wherein dresses and heels are at your complete disposal, and the accompanying price tag are merely numbers that one conquer with a high credit card limit... but I digress.
Fact: I love shopping. More so when I am under emotional stress and the only thing aside from mind-blowing sex is the attraction of new seasonal clothes (yes! florals are in now) and imagining my body in a dress far outweigh the subsequent of paying back thousands of dollars. And that's what I did. Four credit cards and a month after, I ran up a total of $2400+ chump change... I felt like your modern-day Rebecca Bloomwood.
Rebecca is the main character in the "Shopahoics Series" by Sophia Kinsella. Or, if you just want, you can go right to the movie. Isla Fischer was fantastic in that role, and her red tresses were to die for.
It was like a dream. To become the heroine I used to admire in your favorite novels because I know modern-day "feminists" are no longer worthy of emulation. For once, I was living in my fairy tale, accessorized with my plastic cards, and the world was my oyster. And who knew swiping cards would be so, so, fun? One swipe, Michael Kors Large Hamilton Bag in black and white, two swipes, Guess Black Multi-Leather Igora Heels (sz 8M), and the list went on and on....
Splayed throughout my 1000 sq. feet apartment floor, I had a dozen pair of shoes ( in case you're devastatingly curious, I'm a Guess girl), new dresses still in their plastic bindings, suits and jackets and a brand- new red Calvin Klein red coat I had gotten from my local Nordstrom Rack.
I am happy for the stuff i had brought, yet I'm equally unhappy about my circumstances. Money really can't buy long term happiness. It can numb the pain a little bit offering a distraction but when I got a clear head, I realized I got an addiction.
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