Confessions of a Shopaholic?
I think so.
But just as it makes me ridiculously happy, it can also bring me down.
Like if I head out looking for a simple black dress for a night out and I can’t find one.
It makes me cranky and sad.
And when I’m cranky or sad, I buy stupid things.
Which is why I’ve learned not to shop when I’m crankly and/or sad.
Or having a Fat Day.
But I broke my own rule on Friday.
I was having a really, really awful day.
Work was terrible and people were being terrible.
There was one particularly horrible person, but that’s a story for another day.
And so I decided to pop into Topshop on the way home and treat myself to these Snoopy PJs.
Except when I tried them on, I realised that like most things in Topshop, they were designed to be skin tight.
WHO MAKES SKIN TIGHT SNOOPY PJS!!????
Like I was purposely buying them in a Size 12 so that they were baggy, but they weren’t baggy.
A size bigger than my usual size and they weren’t baggy!
So instead of being rational, I cried in the changing room (I was already very emotional) because I had gone up a couple of sizes.
And then I tried to comfort myself by looking for a dress I’d seen on the website, but they didn’t have it in store.
Which made me cranky.
In order to cut short this post, I’ll say that I looked in a couple of other shops as I had lost all sense and after getting more and more cranky and upset, I eventually ended up in vintage store Carousel where I was so desperate to find something I could buy, that I bought a €60 dress.
Which is lovely.
But something I WILL NEVER WEAR AND DOESN’T SUIT MY SKIN TONE!
And I can’t return it cos it was on sale.
So disaster basically.
It does make me think I should start selling dresses on Ebay though, cos I have a fair few impulse buys that just didn’t work for me but would look gorgeous on someone else!