12 September 2011
She's so Fine, There's No Telling Where the Money Went
This is no shocker - I am an admitted shopaholic. I like spending free time cruising the Internet aisles, perusing my favorite shops for new arrivals and looking for the long-awaited "Big Sale NOW" messages on my e-mail account. I love it when a trip for "just lunch" with a gal ends up being an excuse to go the mall or meander through some cute little shops full of this or that. I do probably end up with something new every week.
How do I keep this up? Well, I split "life" expenses with my honey, my car is paid off and I make enough money that I can comfortably save and spend ... and intrinsically I'm cheap. Which in my world means that I would rather buy shoes than some tech-y gadget or decorate my living room - and it's just my luck that typically shoes are way cheaper than a new rug or a big piece of art for the mantel. And it also means I am all about the deal and steal when it does come to shopping time.
So I should have nothing to feel bad about because technically I am not over-stretching myself to shop, right? But then why is it that I am embarassed about seeing the UPS guy so often - or that I'll feel the need to dispose of shopping packaging before the BF comes home - or if some asks if an item of clothing is new, I often say no or tell them that I bought it for even less than I did? Why do I feel ashamed about spending my own money on myself?
I think amongst this group of style bloggers and readers, we all obviously love fashion and mostly have no qualms spending some money on ourselves. However, do you feel guilty about doing it? And does some of this shame make you hide your true shopping habits from your significant other or family?
Cardigan: Talbots (worn here - sim here)
Skirt: F21 pleated leopard chiffon (check stores - sim ombre here, reg here, luxe here)
Belt: J. Crew metallic skinny (sim here)
Necklace: Crewcuts ribbon pearl (sim here)
Shoes: Nine West temani (worn here - sim peep here)