I believe in what my sister dubbed as “Therapeutic Shopping”, that’s a vision in itself. It is amazing how good one feels when one spends so much money on clothes and bags. Fashion victims? Style queens? Not really, all those are labels and I do not subscribe to any, that’s just worn-out talk.

I think there is an immediate reaction in the cells of my body when I go shopping - for therapeutic purposes, mind you. The sheer gladness I feel when I buy a fur hobo with animal prints is surreal. So wild, so sexy - my new bags! I am in love, there’s this crazy adrenaline rush swooping my narrow frame off its severely small feet. It is true that I committed a major budget crime today but that’s OK, I need those things. I really do, I can’t imagine my life without my four-hour-old Quftan. I’m not spoiled, seriously.

Perhaps that was not much of a convincing argument. I can’t make convincing arguments all the time, sad but true. I wonder if there is a real connection between shopping and mood. If there is one that you know of, please post what you know as a comment. I would love to learn something new today, other than the fact that I am not exactly the money-smartest person out there.

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