Confessions of a Vogue Girl- Part Deux

Following the Confessions of a Vogue Girl, I have to ask the question- do we all suffer from some form of obsessive compulsive disorder. I for one can safely say I do. It is not the loop the loop kind whereby you can’t stop washing your hands or you have to have all the bottles in a straight line and if that’s not the case you want to top yourself, no, the kind I am talking about is when I just want, want, want! I have a cupboard with shelves stacked high with every kind of jeans. I have bags of all makes, I have shoes, so many shoes, flat ones, heels’ ranging from 2inch to 7 inch, open toe, round toe, pointy toe, and the list goes on, and yet I can’t seem to get enough of buying more.
There are reasons for this obsession and thus I believe are positively justified. Shopping is therapy and for someone who needs a little perking up now and again, what better way to perk you up than with a therapy of the retail kind. With the weather remaining miserable, I find myself getting very bored with the wooley fashions and crave for the day when I can pop on a pretty frock and slip on a pair of Giuseppe Zannotis. The problem we face is, or rather the problem I face, is that the shops are bypassing the poor weather conditions and exhibiting their summer stock! How can a girl resist. So I buy the dress, and haven’t the blood circulation to wear them.
On a recent visit to my escape sanctuary I had the conversation with one of my nearest and dearest friends, one of my inspirational women actually. Why do we feel like we have to keep buying and what is it that makes shopping so therapeutic. When you are having a god awful day, why is it that going shopping and making a purchase seems to change transform those angry pissed off feelings into little clouds of endorphin filled pillows? Those pillows remain of course until the next bad day which is usually the very next, and then followed by a puncture when the credit card bill comes!
When one gets married, those habits need to change as there is another person in the equation. Buying is more a recipe for guilt than a guilty pleasure. As much as I try to justify the spends, those justifications do not work on those with another half.
The OCD doesn’t stop at the shopping; there is the other obsession, the boy! The beautiful Irish boy that makes my heart skip a beat......swoooooon!