Nothing But A Clothes Whore
I'll admit it--I own more clothes than humanly possible. And yes, I still buy more at a moment's notice.
Last week a co-worker told me she has never seen me wear an outfit twice. I immediately denied this claim--as I am positive I own a whole four pairs of jeans, and I wear these four once a week, and will until I either lose all these extra pounds or gain more and I need new ones that fit. But, really, I know what she is talking about. I go nuts with shirts. I buy them when I am feeling blue. When nothing is causing me to feel good about how I look. When I need to celebrate some small thing good that has happened. Or when I am bored. Stressed. Tired. Any excuse will send me in a shirt, purse, bag, or shoe buying frenzy. And if I am ultra stressed? You can find me shopping for an entire new outfit.
The only good thing about this nasty habit is that I don't buy expensive stuff. I am a bargain shopper at heart (thank God) or we'd be broke in a second. Because my husband shares the same addiction. Only he doesn't buy the shoes, purses, or bags--he'll buy clothes and electronics.
Our clothes buying madness makes for interesting closet space. Or lack-thereof. We pile our clothes on the floor, on the shelves, onto hangers that are crammed into the small little 2' X 5' walk-in closet. As far as the excessive electronics? His office and the basement could easily be called a gadget graveyard.
So what did I do on the way home from my last trip to visit my parents? Bought two more shirts of course. It is fall. I want to feel pretty. And well, coming home from funerals aren't that happy are they?
Last week a co-worker told me she has never seen me wear an outfit twice. I immediately denied this claim--as I am positive I own a whole four pairs of jeans, and I wear these four once a week, and will until I either lose all these extra pounds or gain more and I need new ones that fit. But, really, I know what she is talking about. I go nuts with shirts. I buy them when I am feeling blue. When nothing is causing me to feel good about how I look. When I need to celebrate some small thing good that has happened. Or when I am bored. Stressed. Tired. Any excuse will send me in a shirt, purse, bag, or shoe buying frenzy. And if I am ultra stressed? You can find me shopping for an entire new outfit.
The only good thing about this nasty habit is that I don't buy expensive stuff. I am a bargain shopper at heart (thank God) or we'd be broke in a second. Because my husband shares the same addiction. Only he doesn't buy the shoes, purses, or bags--he'll buy clothes and electronics.
Our clothes buying madness makes for interesting closet space. Or lack-thereof. We pile our clothes on the floor, on the shelves, onto hangers that are crammed into the small little 2' X 5' walk-in closet. As far as the excessive electronics? His office and the basement could easily be called a gadget graveyard.
So what did I do on the way home from my last trip to visit my parents? Bought two more shirts of course. It is fall. I want to feel pretty. And well, coming home from funerals aren't that happy are they?
