"When I shop the world gets better..."

I've got the itch... the shopping itch... the overwhelming, all-consuming desire to walk through those mall doors and enter a world of shopper's bliss. I want to walk into a store and experience that warm, cozy feeling of being surrounded by sweaters, jeans, belts, scarves, dresses... all things I may or, more accurately, may not need.

The urge has been building over the last few days as I've tried my hardest to steer clear of all malls and put the blinders on in places like Target so I don't stray to the bathing suit section. But last night was the tipping point. The Oscars. I want one of those gowns. Where would I wear it? I have absolutely no idea, but I'm sure that one day, somewhere, sometime, I'm going to need a gorgeous pale blue, body-hugging, draping, super-flattering, Valentino gown and I won't have one and then I'll be upset... and there's no fun in that.

Don't worry, I'm not going to go blow all my savings on a dress I'll never wear. That would be ridiculous. But don't think I didn't dream about it last night.

I've heard you should never quit an addiction cold turkey. So maybe I should slowly work on cutting back. You know, buy a pair of jeans here, a dress there, get the basics covered so I really don't need anything and can't convince myself I do...

Who am I kidding? I'm hopeless. Maybe it's time for treatment...

Love, hugs, and resistance!