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When I get stressed or feel anxiety, I shop. I entertain all kinds of shopping, I don’t discriminate, I’m an Equal Opportunity Shopper. Window-shop, power-shop, shop-’til-you-drop, midnight xmas shop, on-a-mission shop, shop-at-a-late-night-drugstore-because-it’s-the-only-thing-open-shop…you get the picture.
Do you remember that first scene in the movie ”Confessions of a Shopaholic” where Rebecca walks into the store, takes a deep breath and smiles giddily? Yeah, that’s me. Unless it’s a musty vintage shop, I usually pause, close my eyes while inhaling that invisible scent of calm and happiness, and then smile like a 5-year old holding an ice cream cone.
If you think I’m thoroughly in debt because I shop, au contraire mon frere, I’m all about finding that little treasure that speaks out to me with high style and a gnome price.
As I get older, I find that I can’t rock the Forever 21 look anymore and honestly they’ve gotten expensive and the clothes don’t last forever. And that’s OK; they’re not meant to - there’s a season for everything, and until a Forever 41 opens up, I’ll keep on truckin’ with my shopfiend habits, thank you.
Today was similar to my other days where I wanted to take a plane and jet to some serene, beautiful place away from annoying homo sapiens. Essentially today screamed out like a banshee for shopping intravenously. If the Fashion God could invent a pill that I could pop and feel that shopping high, I would, in the words of Rachel Zoe, go “bananas”!
So, I gulped down a Diet Coke, endured the last few minutes of serfdom and sped off like a cheetah to one of my favorite shops. I’ve been on a vintage/used clothing binge of late and I’m working on getting those lovely treasures posted here and eventually for sale for two reasons: 1) My closet is the size of a phone booth, and 2) My closet is the size of a phone booth. (Don’t ask me why my closet is so small – that’s a whole other post in itself!)
Tonight I found a black Nine West shirt dress and a colorful racerback top for that workout regimen that is in the planning stages (lol). Note to self: need to hire a project manager to implement workout regimen (Ah, progress!).
My recent finds have culled a vintage I. Magnin purse, a hot pink velvet Juicy Couture blazer, an 80′s Liz Claiborne silk dress (think Dynasty), a Theory kimono sleeve cardigan, and a Wayfarer-like sunglasses.
If you haven’t already noticed, my blog is as random as the fashions I find. I think and talk in tangents. I’ll attempt to get a handle on the flow. However, this being my Freshman post, you’ll have to excuse any awkwardness until I become Homecoming Queen or preferably Molly Ringwald in “Pretty In Pink”.
