I will now admit to something that I rarely ever take responsibility for.I am a shopaholic.
Like every other warm blooded female in the world, I love to shop. Although adventures that end in clothing, shoes or accessory stores make my little heart pitter patter like a teenager in love, it does not even matter what I am shopping for, or even if I am shopping for myself.
Yes I am
a shopaholic, but I am not
one of those that will buy anything and everything types. I am a part of a specific breed of shopaholics that many claim to be a part of, but are truly just misinformed.
I am what many would refer to as the bargain hunter, but the correct form would be smart shopper. I will not, or possibly can not pass up a sale even if my life depended on it. It is nearly impossible for me to even describe the feeling of euphoria I have whenever I purchase an item that is completely amazing and rightfully overpriced, on a discount. I think that is what makes my world go round.
I did something today that I KNOW for a fact many women have done, but most won't admit to it. I opened my closet today and stared at my shoes. For a good twenty minutes. There is probably no justifiable reason for the love I have for my shoes, or why staring at them makes me feel so warm and gooey on the inside.
This post is going to make me sound very materialistic. But I don't care. Everyone has their vices, and mine just happens to be shopping and an obsession for shoes.
That is all. I have nothing further to say. Nothing intellectual at all. I probably just lost a brain cell or two by writing this post.